One was a refined man wearing glasses, and the other was a man carrying a conspicuous gourd.
"Just two people, and we need the whole team to mobilize?"
Lin Yi put down the phone and pointed at everyone, seemingly suggesting that there were five of them here, but only two servings of food, not enough, was the commander out of his mind?
The leader, White Mask, ignored Lin Yi's complaints. He gently tapped the terminal with his fingers and pointed at the first photo:
"Target Feng Mu, head of the Second Prison's Internal Inspection Department. His capabilities aren't strong, and he's accompanied by a prison guard when traveling. But a random person can handle him. Who's going?"
None of the White Masks responded, clearly uninterested in an easy target.
An easy meal, a meal without any difficulty, like bland meat without seasoning, edible but tasteless.
He didn't care and swiped to the second photo:
