Yi Lin's mind flashed through the information about Yu Meng as he lightly grasped the hand extended by the woman, then promptly let go.
This was the woman Zhao Yulong was secretly in love with.
No, that wasn't quite right.
It was an open secret.
Probably everyone in the Special Group, inside and out, could tell Zhao Yulong fancied this woman.
Yu Meng had large eyes, brown pupils devoid of any emotion, and a tall nose bridge that exuded an exotic charm, making her look much like a mixed-race person.
Her curly long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and even the well-fitting uniform couldn't conceal Yu Meng's figure, like the drumbeat of a gong, headlights glaring.
This woman's strength was extraordinary.
And her level had to be quite high.
Much higher than Yi Lin's current level.
Yi Lin even suspected that at this stage, Yu Meng had already unlocked a "lock."
During that brief contact, the instant their eyes met made a very dangerous alertness arise in Yi Lin's heart.