Chapter 770: Singer, Smile, Makeup Artist

"Hey, Singer, why did the color fade when you went to watch a concert?"

Perched atop a large rock by the shoreline was a man sporting a black cap that obscured much of his visage. Beside him rested a computer displaying a satellite map of the capital, with several red dots indicating locations of interest.

A significant factor in Singer's successful evasion of the capital's authorities was his remote guidance, courtesy of the man on the rock: Smile, the fifth elder of Utopia's hackers, and a prominent figure on the dark web.

Grinning mischievously, Smile fixed his gaze on Singer, whose fair complexion glistened in the moonlight. "It seems your camouflage wasn't as foolproof as you thought," he taunted.

Singer trudged ashore, soaked from his aquatic escape, grumbling, "Blame that incompetent makeup artist. His color-changing paint couldn't withstand prolonged water exposure, turning white halfway through."