Bai Xianxian opened her backpack and took out a thin iron wire. Quietly, she picked the lock of the presidential suite, then vanished inside in a flash.,The cipher, already accustomed to the darkness, saw a silhouette on the bed.,Bai Xianxian took a deep breath, then pulled out the second tool she had prepared for tonight—a device that sprayed mist. The steam shot directly onto Li Lingxuan on the bed.。