Upon arrival, although the exterior resembled a regular logistics company, many people working inside cast furtive glances at Wen Jiang.
Wen Jiang saw the young man, Dejie, speaking to a woman with a scar on her left cheek. When the woman looked over at Wen Jiang, a flicker of interest showed in her eyes.
They were far away and speaking the local Ceylon language, assuming Wen Jiang wouldn't understand.
"Is that her?"
Dejie nodded. "Yes, she started asking me for information as soon as she got in the car."
A hint of scorn touched the woman's eyes. "If she were smart, she wouldn't be so impulsive. Alright, leave the rest to us."
If I weren't impulsive, would you have taken the bait? Wen Jiang thought.
Dejie nodded, approached Wen Jiang, and, in his poor Xi Zhou language, pointed to the slowly approaching woman. "Her name is Karin, the person in charge here. You can ask her if you need anything."
