Xiang Tiancheng noticed Chen Chuan's attire and stroked his chin. "The Processing Bureau? Someone from the government? This is going to be tricky."
Fighters could assess one another, and even without the contact of a Domain, they could roughly judge their opponent's level of skill based on experience.
Now, facing Chen Chuan, the look on his face was nowhere near as relaxed as it had been with Che Gaoyi, because he could sense a clear signal of danger from him.
Only someone of the same caliber could give him such a feeling.
'Looks like the briefcase really does contain what I thought. Otherwise, it wouldn't have drawn such serious attention from both the company and the government, compelling them to send such powerful backup.'
'I have to get it back.'
Besides, why should he bust his ass only for someone else to swoop in and reap the rewards? The very thought of it was infuriating.
He fixed his gaze on Chen Chuan, slowly widened his stance, and gradually opened his hands.
