Nokovic's accent was completely different from Mendeleyev's, lacking that strong Northeast inflection, and his pronunciation was precise.
Qi Yun gave the other person a slightly surprised look, then immediately got to the point.
"Mr. Nokovic, before we begin our conversation, I'd like to ask you a question first."
Nokovic nodded lightly, "Go ahead."
"I want to know if it was someone you sent who took Mendeleyev." Qi Yun didn't beat around the bush; he needed to confirm his suspicion first.
Upon hearing this, Nokovic was slightly taken aback, his hand that had been playing with the lighter paused too. He stared at Qi Yun for two seconds, then said calmly, "Seems like you know quite a bit."
Qi Yun's lips curled up slightly, not quite a smile as he awaited the other's response.
"He wasn't taken by my people; by the time my men arrived at the scene, they didn't so much as see his shadow," Nokovic answered.
As expected.
