The woman looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was a vision in a black leather jacket and black leather pants with long, black hair flowing down her back. Her clothes showed off her lithe figure.

Once she arrived at the underground parking lot, she stood in a corner and looked around, as if she was looking for something.

Subtly, she reached behind her back, producing an exquisite pistol.

At that moment, she turned around suddenly and aimed it right at James.

Seeing that it was James, she panicked. She put the pistol away quickly and stammered, “It-it’s you?”

James sauntered over and leaned against a stone pillar, studying the woman who looked deceptively innocent. Mildly, he said, “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the border of the Southern Plains?”

James had seen this woman before.

She was a key member of a band of grave robbers. He had caught her robbing an ancient tomb before.

However, since they were robbing the enemy’s ancient tomb, he l