"High nose bridge, dark skin, thin lips."
Qing Chen looked at the young man on the screen, carefully scrutinizing him and committing that face to his memory.
"If my guess is correct, he must be the mastermind behind the mouse tide. I trust my judgment. In the next crossover cycle, he will certainly die," Qing Chen said calmly.
The Kunlun members listened beside him, only to feel that the young dean's words were filled with a thick killing intent, and he spoke with certainty and confidence.
"Help me call Boss Zheng; he is the leader of the Observer organization, knowledgeable and experienced. I want him to attempt to recognize this person, although it may not be possible," Qing Chen said.
There was still one thing uncertain. Uncle Li Dong had shown him photos of all the important figures in the Federation, but Qing Chen had never seen this person on the screen before.
