Leaving the Mittel Hotel.
Lin Hao didn't take a car.
He walked step by step in the darkness.
In the dead of night in the city, skyscrapers twinkled with colorful lights, gorgeously depicting the beauty of the metropolis.
Passing by the sea, one could also hear the sound of the waves crashing.
He walked for a long time.
On a wide bridge, Lin Hao suddenly stopped and turned around.
Behind him, a figure also stopped.
"Following me since leaving the hotel, is there something you want?" Leaning on the bridge's railing, Lin Hao asked.
This was a middle-aged man.
He didn't mind that Lin Hao had noticed him and kindly smiled, "Let me introduce myself, I am Shen Qianyue, the secretary of the owner of Mittel."
As he spoke, he stepped closer to Lin Hao, gradually coming into view.
This was a refined man.
Wearing gold-framed glasses, dressed simply and neatly, looking like a scholar despite being middle-aged, yet he possessed a strong aura of someone long in a position of power.
