Knowing that she was walking into a trap, it was impossible for her not to make any preparations.
One of these was to find a top expert to impersonate Mo Shiting.
"Heh."
Murong Si sneered coldly, without the slightest trace of humor in his eyes. "Do you really think the people from the Black Blood League are fools who can't see through your trick?"
Gu Li shrugged, "I'm just doing what I can. If nothing works, we'll just have to fight it out!"
Murong Si: "....."
After a forty-minute ride, they finally arrived at the seaboard fish harbor dock.
Just like Gu Li said, a young man, whose physique was similar to Mo Shiting's, was waiting to rendezvous with her.
"Miss."
The man respectfully bowed to Gu Li.
Under the street light, his facial features were distinct. If you looked quickly, you could really see a slight resemblance to Mo Shiting.
Of course, this was the effect of special makeup.
"Sorry to trouble you."
Gu Li sincerely thanked him.
"Miss, you're too polite."