It was four days later when the 'inone' test report was received. Xiao Lin came out of a dessert shop holding a blueberry mousse. Dealing with Dragon Soul was not a pleasurable affair, and he was more reluctant to encounter Lao Long at this time.
The last time he smashed his cameras and earpiece was already a sufficient gesture. It wasn't meant as a warning to the old man, just a pure expression of anger. How those people interpret his actions was their matter, beyond his concerns.
The eyes behind him seemed very professional, always maintaining a three-meter distance. This distance was neither too long nor too short. With good skills, one would only be regarded as a passerby, which could be considered a relatively safe tracking distance.
This kind of tailing had been ongoing for about a week, neither disturbing his life nor making any reckless threats.
