The Homeowner: ???

The question "Who are you?" had obviously amused the homeowner a little.

"Frank, you sneaked into my yard like a sewer rat, then turned around and asked who I was. Does that seem appropriate?"

The refined young man below even revealed the faintest hint of a smile.

Yet for some reason, it felt as though a beast behind those seemingly unfashionable black-rimmed glasses had suddenly "opened" its eyes, giving off a trace of danger—

A surge of inexplicable unease rose from the depths of his heart, and Frank's keen instinct for danger almost made him take a step back.

But years of professional discipline and experience allowed him to rein in that "inappropriate" reaction in time.

"What a shame. I had only wanted to make a friend. But it seems that, as the host here, you don't particularly welcome me."

"Especially since Mr. Li's intelligence network appears to be far broader than we estimated, and far beyond what an ordinary person should have."

Still looking utterly casual, Frank spoke slowly. His accent became more pronounced—or rather, he no longer bothered concealing it. "That only makes me more curious about who you really are."

"Just an ordinary local."

Li Yun raised a hand and adjusted his glasses, his tone calm.

"But you, Mr. Watson—you drifted from one country to another, moved from one employer to the next, and entered the country through the special talent program. You had finally settled into a stable life, yet now you were wandering around in the middle of the night and even paid a special visit to my unremarkable little building. I'm more curious about what exactly you're looking for."

"There's no need to use that Young Master Xu behind you as an excuse. He's merely one of your many employers, and not even the