Indeed, the man standing at the door was Li Haiyang, the retired agent from China's Dragon Fang. After lingering for a long time, he had finally decided to come and see Leo.
Leo headed downstairs from the second floor. Red Whale poked his enormous head through the doorway, then hurriedly drew it back.
Only after receiving Leo's permission did Li Haiyang enter.
"Are Jenny and George both out?" Li Haiyang asked tentatively.
"Why? Were you looking for them?"
Leo poured Li Haiyang a glass of water and spoke with a faint smile, though there was an edge of pressure in his voice.
"No, I just wanted to talk to you about Chen Haoran."
Li Haiyang straightened his back and sat on the sofa, looking at Leo seriously.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Flame Man flying over New York that day was Chen Haoran, the man I once saw in Black Prison, wasn't he?"
Leo frowned slightly at Li Haiyang's words. Having someone know this much did not feel good. In any other organization, someone like him would have been killed long ago.
But this was Li Haiyang, Li Qian's father, and a senior agent of a Chinese organization.
To put it simply, Li Haiyang's standing in Dragon Fang was no lower than that of Agent Phil Coulson, whose identity was now being kept under wraps within S.H.I.E.L.D.
He was also a Chinese agent who could speak directly with Dragon Fang's leader.
Leo did not deny Li Haiyang's guess. After all, the man had already all but confirmed it.
"That's right. It was Chen Haoran. Is there a problem? Or have they still not given up on him and want him back?"
"We would never give up on any Chinese citizen! We've been searching for Chen Haoran all this time and