At first, he had thought that after alighting from the transport plane, someone would meet them to take them to the port, and then they would promptly set sail for Antarctica after a flurry of hurried preparations.
But the reality was a bit different from what he had expected.
It didn't seem like there was any rush?
Hmm?
Shao Zifeng suddenly turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward a hotel near the airport.
Just now, he had suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his back, as if something was covertly observing him.
This feeling was somewhat like the time he faced Gou Donghai; there was no direct malice felt, but it made him very uncomfortable inside.
"What's wrong."
Cang Haiyuan, keenly noticing Shao Zifeng's anomaly, stopped his movements with the mask.
Shao Zifeng stared intently at that window. The feeling did not reappear, but he still did not relax, "It feels like someone is watching us."
