Cheng Jiashu shrugged innocently:
"I don't know, I couldn't hear clearly. His Chinese isn't fluent enough, he's probably an overseas Chinese."
"Don't play dumb with me!"
Luo Lie stepped forward, and the ground tiles beneath him emitted a muffled crack.
"You may not recognize me, but I recognize you, White Owl. Even if you turn to ashes, you'll never get past me unnoticed!"
The unmistakable hatred and intent to kill almost manifested as a tangible cold wave, sweeping through the scene.
Cheng Jiashu paused, feeling that he had just heard this line not long ago.
He then turned to look at Fang Cheng, his eyes a bit peculiar, as if saying.
What kind of enmity do you two have, that you chase each other to death here?
Luo Lie seemed to sense his thoughts, replying slowly and deliberately:
"Yong'an Island, Li Chengjun... White Owl, you wouldn't have forgotten, right?"
The moment the name "Li Chengjun" was spoken, Fang Cheng's eyes behind the mask suddenly sharpened.
