No exchange of words or gestures was needed between Han Xuhan and Chen Yan. They didn't even look at each other as the team of investigators went about their job.
Han Xuhan sat on a chair, relaxing under the sunlight, legs crossed, gaze unfocused. Chen Yan stood next to the confiscated crates and assisted the team in collecting evidence of embezzlement.
Even so, the two opponents were cerebrally aware of each other's existence, like two chess players whose eyes were glued to the chessboard, where the pieces were moving in a fascinating clash.
Chen Yan had a firm grasp on Han Xuhan's plans, and Han Xuhan could read his schemes like an open book. This feeling...
This faint excitement of scheming and being schemed against, then figuring out his opponent's intentions by analyzing the cause and effect, and then planning his next counter...
