Chapter Twenty-Four: Like a Clown

In Wang Xu’s imagination, Shen Jin’an should have worn an expression of panic, or perhaps even utter bewilderment.

To his surprise, however, Shen Jin’an remained composed, a confident smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She did not immediately retort; instead, with unhurried grace, she reached into her pocket and produced another object—a second digital voice recorder.

"You are the one who is laughably naive. Who told you I only had one?"

Wang Xu’s face drained of color. A sudden, chilling realization washed over him.