Even after entering the New Port District, the feeling of being watched still lingered.
"How are they doing this?"
The group played the role of curious tourists, observing everything around them, occasionally expressing surprise like "Oh my, this is incredible," while exchanging whispers.
The sniper was getting restless; as a sniper, he was more sensitive to the feeling of being watched than others.
He even began to suspect whether he was being paranoid, that perhaps no one was truly watching him, and it was just an illusion.
But his skin constantly itched—the itch that came from being scrutinized.
Wolf King glanced at him and quietly asked, "What do you mean?"
With a smile, the sniper looked at the items in the display window, "Are they surveilling the entire city?"
"How are they doing it?"
Wolf King wasn't sure either, "You'll have to find a way to ask the Lance family, only they know."
They were now very close to Carl's residence, just two blocks away.
