"Let's go."
In the kitchen, White Feather Chicken didn't say much, just led him and San Huamao down the corridor.
Perhaps because of the journey, San Huamao had also changed into a new outfit.
Not only had it put on a vest and boots, but it also donned a Fisherman's hat.
Hmm, it looked somewhat familiar.
They emerged from the corridor to find two uniformed individuals waiting outside, with a black official car parked nearby.
The pure white uniform had a red wax seal stamp on the upper left corner, marking it with the symbol of a door.
Their heads were covered by similarly pure white wide-brimmed hats, in the middle of which dangled a symbol of two crossed keys.
One key facing up, the other facing down.
From the hats to their leather shoes, every detail was meticulously seen to, exuding an air of efficiency and rigor.
As for their looks, they were nondescript; the standard appearance of mid-to-low-level government employees.