The expression of the middle-aged man changed, and his eyes carried a hint of coldness, as he said, "After all these years, who would still see him?"
The lean man hesitated for a few seconds, but still replied respectfully, "According to the gatekeeper's information, it's David Johnson."
The instant the middle-aged man heard the name David Johnson, his previously serene face showed a hint of shock.
This hint of shock lingered and did not fade for a long time.
This name seemed to awaken a memory he had shelved for years with the utmost disdain!
"David Johnson? Could it be that scoundrel from Brooksdale? That scoundrel didn't die?"
