"There is something going on." Mark Knight's mobile phone volume was very high, so everyone could hear Mr. Wesley's voice on the other end:
"Just now, about ten minutes ago, two young men came to my shop to buy a pack of cigarettes, and then asked about the location of your house."
"Two young men? Can you remember what they looked like? What accent did they have when they spoke?" Mark Knight was a little puzzled. Why were these two youngsters asking about his house? Ten minutes ago? No one has come yet!
It only took a three to five minutes' walk from Mr. Wesley's shop to his house.
"They spoke Mandarin but had a mainland accent. Also, these young men didn't seem like good people, they had very fierce eyes!" Mr. Wesley recalled, "they asked specifically for Sean Knight's house."
"Alright, Mr. Wesley, I'll keep that in mind. It might be some trouble. Thank you for the heads up." Mark Knight hung up the phone and looked at Sean.
