At that time, in the company office.

Yan Feng, who had just returned to his position, was still lamenting that the new facilities weren't as good as the old ones. Yet, inexplicably, he felt a chill down his spine, as if he were being watched by a predator while resting.

The man instinctively swallowed, looked around, and only after confirming he was alone in the office did he breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Damn... I must still be jet-lagged, making me paranoid and hallucinating..."