The two Italians who had just taken their seats looked up at Arthur. The stout one instinctively put his hand into his pocket, while the fair-skinned one raised his hand to restrain his companion.
The two exchanged a glance but ultimately remained silent, casting their eyes towards Adolphe Nourri, who was sitting opposite.
Nourri stared at this unexpected visitor, unable to determine his identity for a moment.
At the Waai'er Restaurant, unfamiliar faces were not only foreign tourists; many were foreign spies.
However, the reason Nourri dared to meet his two sensitive friends here was because it was located in the city center of Paris. He did not believe that spies from Austria would dare to make a move in such a bustling area.
Nourri restrained his smile and tried to dismiss the unwelcome intruder: "Sorry, you might have mistaken me for someone else."
