Seeing him, Qiu Tu wasn't really surprised.
Because... even when he just stepped into the teahouse, Qiu Tu had already sensed something was off.
Because... the way the undercover guards and plainclothes sentries had teamed up for security didn't really match Dai Yukang's style as a spook boss...
The last time Qiu Tu met Dai Yukang, it was in a secret meeting inside a room at the Milan Grand Hotel.
And the man in front of him—if he's not some big shot from the secret service; none of the guards showed any signs of being from the military...
Put together with the content of that text message, and the current shifting political situation...
A name flashed through Qiu Tu's mind.
He stood at the doorway and tentatively asked, "Mr. Guo?"
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Guo Huai's expression didn't change at all, but in his eyes there was a fleeting hint of surprise.
He gave Qiu Tu a deep look, waved at the plainclothes guards, signaling for them to leave and shut the door behind them.
