But even the youngest among them was over twenty, with the eldest being a deeply composed man in his thirties. Their clothing was all simple and practical, as if they had come together to do something specific.
They really seemed to have some background.
"The old man and the guy in the leather jacket are the central figures," Qin Yu warned Jiaojiao, while continuing to walk down with her in his arms. His sharp eyes and hearing allowed him to catch snippets of their distant conversation.
Jacket man: "How much further is it?"
Old man: "About half an hour. What, in a hurry?"
Jacket man: "Not at all, I'm just worried Brother Xiao Liang won't be able to keep up."
Old man: "He's climbed more mountains with me than you've traveled by train."
The jacket man fell silent, his eyes glanced at the young man who was shaking his head and looking around, furrowed his brows but said nothing.
