Fu Qian glanced at the middle-aged man who came out after looking at the stele.
He was slightly overweight, with an average appearance, and was wearing loose fitting clothes. His hair was a bit sparse in front, and he had a smile on his face that made him look, at first glance, like a twenty-five-year-old programmer.
As soon as he had left the group, he had noticed someone following him. He hadn't paid any attention to it at first, but, to his surprise, that person had relentlessly pursued him all the way here.
Although he seemed harmless, the man who just emerged moved without making a sound, and he was so light on his feet it was as if he had no mass—he was clearly adept at skulking and stealth.
Being targeted by such a character usually didn't bode well.
"I must say, you've surprised me quite a bit."
The middle-aged man looked at Fu Qian, his eyes gleaming like a cat toying with a mouse.
