"Come on, come on, come out and meet people. Don't hide away, darlings." Tang turned on the portable finger light tied to his middle finger, waving the white beam across a row of windows, "Hurry up."
"I've told you so many times, don't tie the finger flashlight to your middle finger. Every time you stretch it out, I subconsciously want to slap you in the face." The man inside used the back of his hand to shield his face from the flashlight and came out of the room cursing.
Asher flicked his fingers, turned the communicator around, and threw it back into his pocket.
He used the light from Tang's pointer to narrow his eyes and look at the group of people.
The first one was a pretty girl with obvious Menle City ancestry. Even under the starry night, her skin was dazzlingly white, and her long brown-black hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a tight vest and military trousers, and didn't mind showing the more than ten-centimeter-long scar on her arm.
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