But that aura of danger vanished in an instant, as if it had been merely his illusion.
Wen Ya jerked his head, looking toward the direction from where the dangerous aura had emanated just moments before.
Over there were a dozen shelves, with seven or eight technicians in coveralls busy at work, and a researcher leaning sideways against a cart loaded with goods, absorbed in the tablet in his hand, and next to the researcher...
"Hmm?"
Wen Ya noticed a young man in casual clothes sprawled lazily on a folding chair, his head tilted back, with a gaming magazine covering his face, large over-ear noise-cancelling headphones on, and his legs rhythmically bouncing to the music playing through the headphones — looking every bit like someone idling away time.
Of course, Wen Ya wouldn't mistake him for someone truly at leisure.
