On the bustling street, two strangers' gazes meet inadvertently and then diverge instantly, an occurrence so mundane it hardly warranted a second thought.
Yet, Shen Yue's hand over his phone seemed to tighten.
He recognized this man!
At the very least, he recognized those eyes!
This was an important figure, imprinted in his mind, to whom he was always on alert!
Otherwise, why would he be so wary of this individual?
Was this the assassin that killed Supan?
Unlikely, this man's stride was somewhat jaunty, his right hand was bandaged, and his left seemed frail and lifeless. It would be difficult for such hands to fire a lethal and accurate shot.
If this man wasn't the killer, then who was he? Why was Shen Yue's impression of him so ingrained?
Almost instinctively, Shen Yue began to follow this man, his memories spinning like a windmill.
He hadn't seen him in Bangkok or Phuket Island!
