He halted in his tracks and looked in the direction from which the malicious intent had come. Twenty meters away, by the right side of a lavishly decorated Christmas tree, stood a person.
The person evidently hadn't expected to be discovered so quickly. He appeared to be a short, overweight man wearing a shabby old suit that didn't fit well, as if it wasn't his own but stripped from someone deceased.
A mask, somewhat too small, covered his face—it was Sky No. 41.
Lu Chenzhou noticed him too. He slipped a hand inside his coat, clutching a clay figurine, while his eyes scoured the area, worried that the man might have accomplices.
He didn't possess a Magic Artifact like Yang Xiao. Yang Xiao was sure the man was alone; he had either failed to find a suitable teammate or was audaciously skilled.
The man seemed to be waiting there, clearly targeting the balloons in his hand, daring to plot against the two of them alone, suggesting he was no ordinary foe.