Chen Ke stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the buttons of his shirt, while Xu Jing sat on the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other.
"Does it fit?" Xu Jing asked.
"Just right," Chen Ke replied.
This was a hotel facing the Taist River, where air mixed with the scent of gas and soil fluttered the green curtains and floated into the room along with the foghorn of the cargo ships on the river.
The incident that had occurred beneath the academy seemed not to have caused any commotion, nor had it alerted the members of the security station and the private detective agencies.
Chen Ke didn't know how much Xu Jing knew about the Secret Keeper Organization; she hadn't mentioned it, and Chen Ke couldn't be bothered to explain.
Finished dressing, he re-fitted his gun holster and began checking the condition of his two pistols.
