624 Three cobblers

"Hey! Wait a moment, wait a moment!"

Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Number Six, no, Vera's bodyguard stood in the elevator, a hand suddenly squeezing in, jamming the elevator doors.

Faced with an obstruction, the elevator doors dutifully reopened.

A man with an indescribably odd appearance forced a smile, walked in carrying takeout meals.

The two men in the elevator were surprisingly similar in height, but the latter one looked malnourished, far too thin to compare with Vera's bodyguard.

The formidable and cool Number Six didn't bother to coax him out, not casting a glance his way.

The shabbily dressed but somehow neat man pressed "23" for his floor.

The elevator doors closed.

Suddenly.

Number Six slightly furrowed his brow, unable to help but cast a glance at the man.

Besides the two of them, there was no one else in the elevator, and the source of the faint foul odor was easy to guess.

Of course.

He was a polite Western gentleman and quickly averted his gaze, saying nothing.