Wang Chen? Not Zhang Shao?
Mo Qi was utterly bewildered. Where had this other person he didn't know come from?
'Do I just have one of those faces?'
'Everywhere I go, someone wants to kill me!'
'Who the hell is this Wang Chen!'
Seeing Mo Qi's baffled expression, the middle-aged man chuckled.
"Don't tell me you don't know him."
Mo Qi spread his hands in resignation. "Senior, I honestly don't know the man."
"My surname is Wu. Everyone calls me Wu the Old Ghost, and you can, too. Don't keep calling me 'Senior.' It makes us sound like strangers."
"If you don't know Wang Chen, then that's strange. Why would he want to kill you?"
'You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?'
'I'd like to know, too!'
"I know him!"
Just then, Zhu Fan, having finished treating his wounds, walked over.
