The beautiful female spy continued to lead the way, and soon they came to a metal iron door. The spy entered the password into a keypad, and with a loud, rumbling noise, the door opened.
Lin Tian walked in, arm in arm with Xiahou Qingyi, into a conference hall of medium size, reminiscent of the large lecture theaters in universities.
In the center of the conference hall was a large oval table, with a huge multimedia projector at the front. Standing in front of the projector was an American official. Circling the oval table were fifteen seats, indicating the participation of fifteen countries. The stronger the country, the closer their seat was to the projector. Lin Tian glanced around and saw that Aras's name was placed thirteenth, the third from the last.
Twelve people had already arrived; it was 7:50, and the meeting would start in ten minutes.
