Where was he? Where?
Wang Hai focused his gaze on the audience. His instincts told him that someone he knew was seated among them.
Abroad, they had no friends. That left only one explanation: the familiar person was someone he had seen before, most likely an enemy.
Before his discharge, few of his opponents had been harmless.
Not only Wang Hai, but Mount Tai, Zhong Lei, Black Hawk, Zhu He, and Luo Yu were all on alert, ready to respond at any moment.
Instincts did not lie.
Wang Hai kept telling himself as he scanned the crowd.
"Over there!"
Suddenly, Wang Hai's pupils contracted as his gaze locked onto a seat in the middle of the fifth row.
The man wore a blue pinstriped suit. He had brown skin and mixed-race features. At that moment, the suited man was watching Chen Mo answer questions onstage, seemingly listening intently.
But Wang Hai clearly saw the man's gaze occasionally flick toward the guest seats in the first row, toward Nobel Prize winner Doliweizi. The seat beside Doliweizi was Chen Mo's.
There really was something wrong!
Wang Hai was already certain that there was something off about the man.
That sense of familiarity?
Fixing his gaze on the man's profile, Wang Hai searched his memories, hoping to identify him.
"Zhong Lei, Fire Hibiscus, fifth row, seventh seat. The man in the blue pinstriped suit. Watch him. Mount Tai, watch the boss. Be ready to protect him at any time," Wang Hai said quietly.
Upon hearing the order, the three of them sharpened their focus. To avoid alerting the other party, Zhong Lei and Zhu He showed no obvious reaction, merely letting their eyes drift toward the fifth row.
"Is there something wrong with him?"
Zhong Lei's attention was entirely on the man.
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