Zero jumped out of my arms, shook the dark hair on his body, and his third eye flashed between his eyebrows, like an electric current. It narrowed its amber cat eyes and scanned around, with the tip of its tail raised high: "Confirmed target Lin Chen, coordinates on the 108th floor of the East Wing, attending the board of directors. Matching rate 99.99%, Mom, we found Dad!"
I took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and patted my worn jacket. Three days ago, I was squatting on the garbage star, eating expired compressed biscuits, and now I was standing on the roof of the richest man in the world. The difference made me feel a little dazed.
