His prosthetic eye glowed blue as he rudely scanned Lin Miao up and down for a long time before saying the first words.
"You... are very special."
"Oh?" Lin Miao raised an eyebrow, "How special?"
The man shook his head.
"I don't know either, but among all my kind I've met, you're the most special one. You're different from us all."
When Lin Miao heard this, he was already considering whether to take out the plasma launcher from his backpack and blast this guy.
"No one in this world is the same, sir. Could it be your own problem?"
The man smiled slightly, but to Lin Miao, the smile seemed stiff and fake, as if he was deliberately forcing his facial muscles into a smile.
If he had to find a word to describe this guy, Lin Miao could only think of one.
Impostor
The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, hands on his knees, looking perfectly natural.
"Let's change the subject, Mr. Lin."
"As you wish." Lin Miao didn't even want to offer this guy tea.
