Shen Taoyuan, with a stern expression, gave this four-word evaluation, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and opened a hidden door behind the bar, entering a lounge.
The maid followed in, closed the hidden door with a backward hand, a flash of murderous intent in her eyes: "Miss, do you want to get rid of him?"
Shen Taoyuan sat on the leather sofa, her long beautiful legs crossed, and shook her head: "No, that would alert the enemy. Besides, if we really make a move, I'm afraid we'd suffer. From what I've observed, he's in disguise now; his disguise technique is so skillful even I can't see through his true face or strength."
"The only thing I'm sure of is that from his exceptionally keen eyesight and his calm reaction towards me, he is anything but ordinary, absolutely not a weakling!"
"Moreover, he seems to have noticed that the artifacts we brought for auction are all fakes and suspects that I am the creator of those fakes."
