"They are... who are they?"
Hughes's gaze involuntarily drifted over to Wolf and Jiang Shu.
Just clients of the company?
After he had sent that desperate message for help to Rift, he became hypersensitive to every change within the company that day.
The strange behavior of those two clients might not raise eyebrows in others' views, but it was filled with a sense of incongruity in his eyes, prejudiced by his preconceptions.
Could it be that Rift had already infiltrated?
No, the legendary Rift was said to wear a suit of armor, and that burly man only had a metal hand.
That is to say, they could very likely be from another faction.
The police?
Had people from the police already infiltrated?
Were they plotting to capture Rift?
Suddenly, Hughes felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
He didn't want the police to disrupt everything—wasn't it enough just to let Rift kill the chairman...
It would be enough for the chairman to simply die.
