Looking at the few oddly behaved people in front of her, Keiko Inoue's instincts told her that something was slightly amiss.
Yet, after much thought, she couldn't figure out, what exactly was wrong!
In her hand, the information about Chen Hai from that professional investigation agency — the person in charge had promised that it had been obtained through connections from the public security system and surely was accurate.
The present Chen Hai was drinking and chatting leisurely with a few middle-aged men, which seemed a bit odd, yet it wasn't inconceivable.
Perhaps, he simply didn't like interacting with his peers?
Regarding his looks, although the man was bald, a closer inspection still revealed some youthful innocence on his face.
The claim that he was twenty-five wouldn't have raised any doubts in Keiko Inoue, even if they had said he was eighteen.
Regarding what Sun Jinzhong had said, that Chen Hai wasn't twenty-five but fifty-two...
