Then without a doubt, the person inside that carriage was Angie.
Li switched to sensing them with his aura. Inside the carriage were two fairly powerful presences: one violet, the other white. They matched Angie's and Dimar's auras exactly.
As for the coachman, he was an old acquaintance of Li's—Michelangelo.
Li let out a long breath. He had repeatedly concealed his strength, yet they had still come looking for him. Had he still been too conspicuous?
But since all three of them had come to find him, they surely had something to discuss. If they wanted to kill him, they might as well have cut him down with a single stroke at night. In broad daylight, with so many people around, these three would not actually strike without restraint, would they?
Besides, in their eyes, he should have been nothing more than a minor character—at most someone capable of annoying Bradman. No matter what, he could not possibly cause Bradman any real damage.
At that moment, the coachman turned his head. He wore a large hat, but anyone stared at by him would feel as if they were being watched by a cobra. Li fixed his gaze on him, putting on an extremely wary expression. Then the carriage curtain was lifted from within, revealing Angie's face.
The moment Angie appeared before Li, he could not help feeling dizzy, as though the entire world had instantly collapsed into countless fragments.
But the sensation only flashed through Li for an instant before he regained his clarity. Looking at her peerless face, he did not sense her using any charm magic. It seemed this woman was simply born with some innate ability to beguile people's hearts.
Then another face appeared at the carriage window. The instant this person saw Li, an expression of