Wang Xiao's book lay open, but his attention was only half on the words in front of him. His other half was attuned to the surroundings, a skill honed through years of vigilance. "Are you sure we are surrounded by more people like Adam?" he inquired quietly, his voice steady as his gaze casually drifted over to the other table.
Yin Yue's response came promptly, [100% sure.]
Wang Xiao nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the cafe with practiced subtlety. Outside the glass walls, two sports cars were parked conspicuously—one, a convertible Audi in a striking red hue, the other an unfamiliar brand that caught his attention.
Only three tables within the cafe were occupied: his own, where he maintained a solitary presence; the table with the group of four women, their chatter providing a lively backdrop; and a table that had been occupied by a married couple, who had just gathered their belongings and left.