Meanwhile, in Gaul, far away in Europe, two people were also conversing in a historic castle.
"Master, something happened to Mr. Luowen and his group!" said a burly man in a black suit to a white-haired old man seated at the head of the room.
"What happened?" the white-haired old man asked.
"Our people in Huaguo sent word that they have been out of contact with Mr. Luowen and Parker for three days!" the burly man in the black suit said.
"Who sent the information?" the white-haired old man asked.
"Lan En Russell. He has been undercover in Huaguo for five years!" the burly man in the black suit replied.
"Was there a detailed investigation report?"
"Yes!" said the burly man in the black suit.
Although Mr. Luowen had been undercover in Huaguo, the assignment was rather dangerous. Therefore, he contacted his liaison every three days to confirm his safety and relay information.
But this time, the contact time had passed without any reply. Lan En grew anxious and initially planned to book a flight and return home directly.
After hurriedly changing his contact location, he thought he only needed to hide until it was time to board the plane. Yet while he was living in constant fear, he began to feel that he might have been scaring himself.
There was no information indicating that he had been exposed, nor was there anything to suggest someone was targeting him.
Finally, when his flight time was approaching, he gritted his teeth, refunded the ticket, and returned to his first residence.
Everything in the room remained exactly as it had been when he left. To be cautious, he had even wedged strands of his own hair in the front door, and they were still there. That made it strange. He was not