Chapter 629

However, those slightly upturned eyes, under the reflection of the venue lights, flowed with a kind of near-demonic, soul-stirring dark luster; it was precisely Mido Orihime.

Following half a step behind her was that almost inseparable, forever expressionless Jinwei Tong.

She was in a capable dark casual outfit, her steps stable, silently fulfilling her duties as a guard and attendant.

The two did not head to the spectator seats but walked straight toward the area in the player lounge with more empty seats, clearly preparing to wait there quietly before the match started.

And just at the moment Natsume Chikage's gaze landed on them—

As if they had a telepathic connection, or were pulled by some invisible perception.

Mido Orihime, who was walking slowly, paused her steps imperceptibly.

She suddenly raised those demonic eyes and, without warning, scanned the spectator seats precisely.

After just one scan, her gaze was like an arrow piercing through the crowd, instantly crossing the noisy distance and locking firmly onto Natsume Chikage.

Natsume Chikage stopped completely.

The venue was bustling with noise, and there were thousands of spectators.

How on earth did she... in this vast sea of people and noisy clamor, discover him so quickly and so accurately at a glance? ===== CHAPTER 630 =====