Large Scale (Part 1)

Where Ronan pointed, the gazes of dozens of people shifted, finally focusing on the rear of the crowd. But because of the angle, no one could tell exactly which person Ronan was indicating—there were three or four people in that area.

There were backstage staff in work jackets, cameramen carrying equipment, office women in white shirts, and burly bodyguards.

Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention, they all wore different yet equally complicated expressions. Stiffness, confusion, blankness... all kinds.

Zhang Yingying was a little dizzy too. Before Hai Jing could respond, she moved closer to Ronan and asked quietly, "Wait, who exactly are you pointing at? Are you sure? Those people don't match in age, build, appearance, or even gender... And none of them are Ability Users!"

Ronan did not answer. He kept his finger extended with complete certainty, waiting only for Hai Jing's reply.

The problem was that Hai Jing was confused too. He truly had no idea which one Ronan meant. His gaze swept across the faces of the people in that area. All he saw was stiffness and indifference. Where was the goodwill?

In the end, there was still a layer between Hai Jing's way of thinking and Ronan's. Zhang Yingying reacted much faster. Though she did not understand why Ronan was so certain that the target was among these people, since the BOSS had chosen a direction, it was her job as a subordinate to create the best possible conditions.

"Mr. Hai Jing, is identifying someone really that troublesome? Don't you know them?"

"Well..." There were hundreds of people backstage. How could he possibly recognize them all? Being able to identify a few familiar faces was already pretty good.

"You don't know them? Then that's strange. You're all in the same line of work. How could