Gu Jianlin walked into the conference room and quickly scanned the investigators present.
With the configuration of three members per team, there were a total of fifteen investigators seated, most of whom he had encountered during the last hunting operation. Only six unfamiliar faces stood out.
Seeing this lineup, a heavy feeling weighed on his heart.
This so-called elite group was really subpar. Last time they nearly cost him, and now he was forced to cooperate with them again.
At that moment, he suddenly sensed a hostile and scrutinizing gaze, directed squarely at him.
Gu Jianlin furrowed his brows and looked up.
Three individuals occupied the central seats—a group composed of two men and one woman.
The most prominent figure wore a white suit, his jet-black hair slicked neatly back. His stern and solemn face was accentuated by a pair of piercing double pupils, resembling the majestic and fierce gaze of a white tiger. His aura carried undeniable intimidation.
