Kuala Lumpur, across from a certain courtyard, inside a coffee house.
The foot traffic here isn't heavy, with only five or six guests in the coffee house.
A student-looking individual is quickly tapping away at a notebook on a solitary small table, it's unclear whether he's rushing a paper or writing a novel.
Two white-collar women are speaking in low voices, occasionally glancing over at the seats by the window.
There, two young men with upright figures are seated, both possessing rather fine temperaments, one calm, the other cheerful and active.
These two people are none other than Elijah Hastings and Douglas Cooper.
"Nothing much happening across the street," Douglas Cooper frowned, taking a sip of coffee.
"Just keep watching," Elijah Hastings's gaze remained unchanged, "The boss has us watching for a reason—this is definitely a big target—even if everyone else doubts, you don't, do you, Douglas?"
