"Hey, young man, your strength exceeded my expectations. You've been soaking in the water for days, yet your body shows no signs of swelling? It's truly unbelievable!"
The white man quickly became interested in Su Chen.
"Can you tell me where this place is?"
Su Chen didn't answer the white man's question; instead, he looked around in confusion.
"Huh, this is the mouth of the Thames River. Have you lost your memory?" The white man chuckled.
But then he remembered that he had rescued Su Chen from the sea a long time ago.
It must be that Su Chen drifted here from somewhere else.
Su Chen seemed to be hiding some secrets, which made the white man very curious about him.
A person from Huaxia speaking fluent London-accented English was indeed strange and surprising.
"Is this still London?"
Su Chen took a deep breath, his expression indescribably grave and shocked.
"That's right, that is London."
The white man pointed remotely behind Su Chen.
"Hmm."
