Qin Hao waved his hand, "I'm not talking about suspicious people targeting the casino. I'm talking about myself, understand?"
Tom fell into deep thought, while the others remained wary of each other. Since the boss mentioned a traitor, anyone could be suspicious. They had to be on guard.
Five minutes passed in silence.
During this time, Qin Hao didn't rush them and lay there in a nonchalant manner. The henchmen stood as if on thin ice, their bodies tense as strings, not daring to move.
Tom shook his head, sweating profusely, "Hao, I still don't understand what you mean. Suspicious people targeting you? But why?"
Of course, Qin Hao wouldn't reveal the reason, not even to a confidant like Tom.
He shook his head, "These are things you don't need to worry about. I just want you to tell me if there's anyone showing particular interest in me recently."
Silence, prolonged silence, as everyone racked their brains, unable to figure out the reason.
