Who the hell provided this intel?
Are they trying to get him killed?
Jin Bo's eyes swept eagle-like around the room, first ruling out places where one could hide, identifying several targets. His voice was even frostier than before, "The missing files in my office, was it you?"
The man in the shadows felt secretly alarmed upon hearing this. Had he found out? Was he still testing him?
In a moment of distraction, he failed to guard himself, a big drop of sweat fell heavily onto the floor.
In the unusually quiet room, the sound seemed amplified, exceptionally clear, as if it stirred an echo.
Out of fear, he stood there, swallowed hard, with a gulp in his throat.
He hadn't anticipated Huo Jindong's sudden return as he was searching for something; the spot he now hid in was awkward, not like the balcony or window where he could jump out and escape anytime.
As he pondered, Jin Bo had already approached, moving like a phantom.
