Mary reached out and lightly touched the person beside her. Lowering her voice, she said, "Hubby, take a look outside. That man gives me a very bad feeling. He doesn't seem like an ordinary person."
Ryan nodded and sat up at once. He extended his spiritual sense outward, and the moment he perceived the scene in the corridor, his expression subtly changed.
He recognized that fatty.
It had been by chance. Once, while handling official matters, he had skimmed through a confidential file and seen this man's profile. At the time, he had only glanced at it, but the impression had stayed.
That person was a core member of an underground organization called "Kill." Several murders were tied to his name, and he was a wanted criminal who had repeatedly slipped through the net.
Yet now, he had appeared openly in such a small county.
Ryan's brows furrowed. Something felt off.
