Nie Yan pushed the door open and walked in. The meeting hall was not very large. In the center was a rectangular table surrounded by more than ten people. Although the room was somewhat dim, he could still make out every face. Nie Yan's eyes landed on Lei Su; he had seen videos of Lei Su's international competitions before, so he recognized him immediately. As for the others, he didn't know them at all.
Nie Yan looked towards the front of the table; sitting at the head was a dignified middle-aged man. He wore a gray Chinese-style high-collared jacket and sat upright.
Nie Yan sensed an aura of authority from him, not earned by anger but cultivated from years in high positions. There was a sense of cold murderous intent about him, making Nie Yan wonder if he was a military man.
Having lived with his father day and night, Nie Yan had a keen awareness of military personnel, and his judgment was usually accurate.
