C417 Wait a Moment

"Who goes there?" The rigid Preyton tongue spilled from his lips.

He had been resting, eyes shut, but in an instant, his eyes snapped open, a startling gleam within as he fixed his gaze on Yang Yu's table.

As soon as he spoke, Yang Yu averted his eyes. Fu Juichi's brow furrowed. Had he been overly sensitive?

Yet his instincts, honed over years, whispered that something was off with the man