"Who is Wang Jian?"
Though he asked, Feng Yan's gaze never left Wang Jian, making it clear he already knew who he was. Feeling somewhat awkward under the scrutiny, Wang Jian quickly replied, "That would be me."
Feng Yan pulled a folded piece of paper from his breast pocket. The three men with him were all seasoned operatives from his team, having completed numerous missions and earned many commendations. Aside from Feng Yan, the most skilled fighter was actually the shortest of the group, about three finger-widths shorter than the others. His name was Wang Deqiang, a kinsman of Wang Jian, and he stood on the far side of the other two. The other two were a high-tech specialist responsible for intelligence and equipment, and a sniper.
