"Is it you?" the leader asked Zhang Zheng in a less than fluent international common language, clearly recognizing Zhang Zheng's identity. He glanced suspiciously at Luo Zheng, his face turning unfriendly. He slowly walked up to Luo Zheng, scrutinizing him top to bottom, his eyes narrowing. "Put your hands up, who are you?" he demanded unfriendly.
Luo Zheng did not raise his hands, he stared coldly at the opponent, his eyes narrowing to needle-like points, and gave a disdainful cold snort, about to speak. Beside him, Zhang Zheng, worried Luo Zheng might confront them, hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, smiling apologetically as he said, "He is my superior, the group company is procuring a batch this time, quite a sizeable one, and sent him to personally oversee the order."
