"Who is he?"
Luo Ze's question instantly filled everyone with a foreboding feeling.
Such an enormous Allied Forces was right in front of them, yet Luo Ze appeared unnervingly calm, with not a hint of panic on his face, which was rather unusual.
And now he posed such a question, forcing everyone to ponder deeply.
Mossad's mind conjured the face of Zhang Menglong, which gradually overlapped with another face from his memory.
Previously, although he'd studied Zhang Menglong's profile, he never connected him with that man, but after Luo Ze's hint.
Too similar, not only were these two individuals' appearances astonishingly alike, but their expressions embodied the same nonchalant dismissiveness, as if everything in the world was merely a toy to them.
"Is he related to that man!?"
