"This is just a gathering among friends; consider me one of your friends, and you can just call me Liu."
The man who called himself Liu lowered his voice.
Duan Mingyuan looked in the direction that he indicated; the followers he spoke of were not employees of the security department. There were two of them, looking to be about forty years old. At first glance, they seemed like ordinary office workers finishing their day, but upon entering, they chose seats directly opposite them. After sitting down and taking off their jackets, they pretended to chat, yet their eyes occasionally flicked over here.
"Da Jiang never mentioned you."
Duan Mingyuan remained composed, and from his observations, it seemed these two men were specifically here for Liu; their table had become a temporary sanctuary.
"That's not important. What is important is that I have something to give you."
