The young man was none other than Sean.

Sean's eyes narrowed slightly and moved subconsciously, landing on Jason's shoulders, chest, and soles of his feet momentarily.

Jason, who was utterly anxious, subconsciously stepped aside and let Sean go first.

Sean withdrew his gaze, calmly stepped out, and nodded.

Jason immediately led his crew into the elevator and pressed the floor number.

However, Jason turned around to look at Sean after entering the elevator.

Sean had a steady gait, and he could feel a pair of eyes watching him from behind him.

However, he never turned around.

"He had removed his epaulet and badge number.

"But he did not change out of his custom-made army boots!"

Sean mumbled to himself as he walked.

He did not know who the person was, but they both felt a sense of familiarity with each other.

It was the kind of aura that could only be forged through battle.

He was at least a lieutenant in the army.

...

The elevator.

"Whew!"

Jason let out a breath as the