"Would you like a drink?" The waitress walked towards the mini bar, taking out a bottle of aged brandy and two crystal glasses.
"Of course, of course!" The professor nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. As he took the glass, his fingers brushed against the waitress's hand, causing an indescribable satisfaction to rise in him.
However, after one drink, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually faded.
Just before he completely passed out, he vaguely saw the sweet smile on the waitress's face disappear, replaced by cold mockery and an eagerness to wash her hands.
"Your target is under control," the waitress said into her walkie-talkie, "I guarantee he won't wake up before dawn."
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These words were transmitted through the radio and came out of Zhou Qingfeng's walkie-talkie on his chest. But he said nothing, only glanced at the time on his watch.
Maurice murmured beside him, "There's at least ten hours until dawn, that should be enough time."