The man who had just entered the factory was dressed in a white casual outfit with a buzz cut, and a black inverted triangle tattoo on each cheek. His complexion was somewhat pale, and his eyes looked lifeless, as if he hadn't slept for many days.
He entered the factory and walked straight to the center without looking around and, not minding the dust on the ground, sat down cross-legged, the thick dust sticking to his white casual clothes.
Chen Yang noticed that the man's ears twitched; he clearly knew there were others present and was using his hearing to search for their positions.
However, most of those present were from Refining Truth, so it wouldn't be easy for him to discern their locations by listening.
At that moment, footsteps could be heard from the wide-open main door.
In the factory, a total of ten people in five positions all turned to look towards the main door at the same time.
