Maine was well aware that he had to shake off the two tailing agents within three minutes, otherwise, he might miss today's routine meeting.
But...
He tilted his head and looked back through the glass of the display window, where the two plainclothes officers, taking cover in the crowd, were slowly closing in on him.
Like two gray wolves hunting in coordination on the prairie, relying on the tall grass taller than a man to conceal their tracks, inching closer to their prey, only revealing a hint of themselves when there was no wind to betray their movement.
Maine's heart didn't panic; he was a native of this land and had no reason to be cornered by these two plainclothes officers.
The crowd, the chaotic crowd, should have been an aid to him.
At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear, and he quickly recalled what the leader of the Envoy had said at the routine meeting.
