His undercover identity could easily be exposed, yet, despite knowing it was a trap, the desire to escape incessantly tempted him.
What if, just what if?
What if the others were too late to make their move and he was captured?
Li Ming's identity was special, and everyone highly valued him. To exchange his life for their own, he believed the Yitelan Civilization would agree to this demand.
"Not focusing on your work, what are you sneakily looking at?" Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Coyle bowed repeatedly, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, so sorry."
After speaking, his complexion changed slightly, as the surrounding guests looked at him with strange glances.
No, that voice...
"Stop acting so strangely; it will easily give you away." The voice rang out again, and Coyle was certain that no one nearby was talking.
"Use an Intelligent Terminal, or write something down anywhere."
