Qing Luo glanced at him, one leg hanging over the side of the motorcycle, gently swinging.
"I saw a very interesting person."
"Oh?"
Dressed in a suit, his chestnut-colored pointed leather shoes shining.
The salt-and-pepper hair revealed his middle-aged status.
Qing Luo turned off the tablet in his hand and casually placed it aside, brought his legs from either side of the motorcycle to one side, straightened his body, and clasped his hands together.
"Joy, go back and tell your boss that before long, I might be able to give him a big gift."
The man known as Joy smiled,
"Chief Qing Luo is young, likes mystery and intrigue. You said you saw an interesting person, right?"
Qing Luo smiled but didn't tell him,
"Even the closest of partners should keep a sense of mystery between them. However... I can give you a hint."
"...Is it someone from G country?"
Joy narrowed his eyes, asking immediately.
"It's someone from G country, and moreover, someone very important to G country."
