After speaking, the man with upturned nostrils looked at the young security guard before him. Crap, if this security guard really is Zhao Rong, I have to get out of here…
Listening to the arrogant man, Zhao Rong feigned confusion. "My name is Zhao Rong, but I'm just a humble security guard. I'm not the young hero from the True Martial Sect."
Upon hearing this, the man with upturned nostrils burst into laughter. "I knew it! You couldn't possibly be the young hero Zhao Rong from the True Martial Sect." He chuckled to himself. If he were Zhao Rong from the True Martial Sect, I'd have to run. Otherwise, if I stayed, he'd surely beat me to death. But if he's not, then I'll be the one to kill him.
Hearing the man's words, Lili, who was standing beside Zhao Rong, chimed in. "Brother Zhao Rong, if you really are the young hero from the True Martial Sect, why won't you admit it?"
