Luo Qian caught a scent that made him uneasy. His Spiritual Intuition had reached the Lower Realm even while he was in the Immortal Realm. Though this world suppressed most of his abilities, he could still easily sense the naked malice of the dozens of people nearby who meant him harm.
He stood beside the window and parted the curtain to look outside. The people advanced slowly in orderly formation, covering one another as they surrounded the mansion. Chen Baozi clearly had no idea; he was still snoring away. Luo Qian felt a pang of guilt. It looked as though Chen Baozi was about to land on MI6's blacklist.
Among the countries of the European Union, the United Kingdom was undoubtedly inclined toward the United States, happy to play the foot soldier waving flags and shouting support for its global policies. The Americans had long suspected that China's rapid technological progress came from extensive espionage, but they had never found proof. When an MI6 contact received Thomas's call, he was so excited he could not sleep all night. He immediately obtained special authorization and called in a squad of marines. It was making a mountain out of a molehill, perhaps, but it was safer. Chinese kung fu, after all, was as famous as Chinese food.
A little thought was enough for Luo Qian to guess what had happened. He felt sorry for Chen Baozi. The mansion he had spent so much money on was probably a lost cause. Luo Qian went to his room and gently woke him. Chen Baozi gave a couple of drowsy grunts. Luo Qian raised a finger. "Shh!"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to come back to the United Kingdom." He pulled Chen Baozi to the door and lifted the curtain. Chen Baozi saw the