The headquarters Hazel had mentioned was a car workshop in the middle of the city, bustling with the constant flow of traffic. The name of the workshop was clearly displayed on the outside. It looked normal, with rows of rims, bottles of oil on the walls, and a service bay. Two workers were busy with a motorcycle and waved a greeting when they saw Hazel arrive.
Evander still couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had imagined the headquarters to be a building like a police station or something similar.
"Are you sure this is the headquarters?" Evander asked doubtfully.
Hazel turned, her hands on her hips. "Are you playing Impostor?!" she asked, referencing a popular game.
Evander frowned. "What's that?" he said, not understanding.
Hazel let out a long sigh and shook her head. She turn
