Olof was too ashamed to give his name, and Qin Siyang did not press him.
Whoever he really was, he had been Olof for the entire year since Qin Siyang had transmigrated.
As for Olof's past, it had little to do with him anyway.
Qin Siyang continued, "You said you went to the 14121 Region because someone had seen the [Eye of the Divine Crow] there before, right?"
"Yes. What about it?"
Qin Siyang fell silent for a moment. Staring at the steering wheel in his hands, he asked, "Was Qian Wendao, the former section chief of the Administration Bureau in Zone 14121 and the current minister of the Coordination Department, working with you too?"
Olof's brow furrowed slightly.
He had not expected Qin Siyang to bring up Qian Wendao.
Inside Zone 1.
In the hall, eight chairs stood around the round negotiating table.
But only three of them had been pulled out from the table.
A black cat and Yang Xian, dressed in a white uniform, sat on opposite sides.
In the last seat sat a slightly plump man with triangular eyes and a somewhat kindly face.
The man was immaculately clean, without a speck of dust on him. His outfit looked formal and dignified, and sitting at the round table only added to his imposing presence. He looked every bit a diplomatic official displaying the magnanimity of a great nation.
Unfortunately, the several corpses sprawled haphazardly beside him rather spoiled the atmosphere.
The black cat licked his paw. "Minister Qian, long time no see."
Qian Wendao nodded, narrowing his triangular eyes. "Yes. About ten years, I believe."
"Ten years went by so quickly. Like the blink of an eye." The black cat raised his head in a daze, his gaze drifting somewhere indeterminate. "Ten years ago, we were