"Captain, how many groups of people have come to surveil us? Aren't they tired?"
Yin Mengwei sat by the window, bored, stirring the coffee in her cup with a spoon.
They've been sitting here all afternoon, and the people outside were replaced one after another.
They are really dedicated, changing shifts every half hour, just afraid we'll notice.
But these people are really dumb, thinking their disguise skills are clever, yet in the perception of a Grandmaster-level Martial Artist, their skills are full of flaws.
It's like a bad actor appearing on the big screen, thinking every expression showcases great acting, but unaware that for seasoned viewers, it's as fake as it gets.
Xu Feng glanced at the group of people outside after hearing Yin Mengwei's words.
"This is the eleventh group, but they aren't from a single organization; they should be from four or five different ones."
