Yang Yi felt a headache because he didn't know who had come to his door.
First, he needed to figure out the identity of his opponent, but Yang Yi had offended too many people recently. To determine who these visitors were, he had to rely a bit on luck.
It all depended on these people's level. If they spoke and said something discernible, that would be ideal.
Yang Yi switched the screen, watching as three people quickly burst into his room but made almost no sound.
There was video, so naturally, there should be sound. Yang Yi turned up the volume but still heard nothing.
Swift and silent, who could they be?
Spain was no longer United States territory, but the CIA had its reach all over the world, so it was most likely that these people were from the CIA.
Next, it could be the Grey-cloaked People.
The Grey-cloaked People were rooted in Europe, but Yang Yi didn't know how strong they were. In other words, he didn't know if they were powerful enough to find him wherever he went.
