Coming from... Recruitment

The identity of the well-built middle-aged man who had been shot was quickly confirmed. Clearly, the dead man had been highly renowned locally.

The victim was actually one of the country's senators. It was said that he might even rise further in the upcoming personnel reshuffle. He could be considered a pivotal figure in the nation's political system.

Only then did people realize that besides the senator's private car, which had crashed into the storefront, there had been a security sedan both in front of and behind it.

Now that the person they were protecting was clearly dead, however, their presence had become utterly ridiculous.

"An actual senator was assassinated in the middle of the street? That's truly terrifying." Luo Qiu had not touched the aperitif Song Haoran had poured him. Instead, he watched the panicked crowd outside.

Song Haoran said calmly, "If you spent some time living in the slums next door—just a few days would be enough—you'd find that something like this is merely child's play. Of course, I'd recommend hiring a local guide. You'd look a little safer that way. Though, you don't seem very panicked either."

Song Haoran's gaze shifted slightly.

Luo Qiu said softly, "It may have something to do with my family. My father was a police officer, so I was exposed to this sort of thing from a young age. I'm not particularly afraid of it."

"I see." Song Haoran nodded.

Whether he truly believed that explanation, perhaps only he knew.

Besides, Song Haoran did not think the young man and woman had deliberately approached him. After all, he had been the one to enter that flower shop in the first place, and he had been the one to impulsively invite the two of them to lunch.

Perhaps they were not merely ordinary