Fifteen minutes later, the fully armed Ren Zhong quietly left the house.
His armor had changed color, now a deep blue.
Previously, when some mischievous kids were graffitiing his home's walls, he happened to return, scaring the kids so much that they dropped their paint buckets and ran off.
Ren Zhong picked up the bucket and brought it home, thinking to return it to the kids when he had time someday.
He actually quite liked that mural of the rising sun.
He planned to tell those kids that if each painting could reach that level, anywhere except the door would be free to paint on.
Unexpectedly, today those few cans of spray paint left by the kids became a disguise tool instead.
With the face of the armor adjusted to one-way transparency mode, Ren Zhong casually walked down the street, showing no signs of being sneaky.
Earlier, his neighbor informed him of this news and quickly left.
The two just exchanged a single sentence.
