Illusion

The tattered suit had been ripped off by Luo Yuan to reveal the turtle-egg synthetic bulletproof vest underneath it. He went to the door and pressed the button of the iron gate. When the iron gate slowly rose, his face began to look intense and his hand slowly gravitated to the hilt of his Zhanmadao. No matter how perfect the camouflage was, there were still slight differences in skin color, eyes, facial expressions, as well as some of the common habits and gestures. Any familiar person would be able to differentiate it very easily.