In an instant, Lu Chao's gaze locked onto the other side of the street.
At a street corner, a young man in a white long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants stood in the shadow of a skyscraper.
Unlike the panicked crowds fleeing past him, he showed no sign of alarm, standing perfectly still.
He had brown, curly hair and eerie green eyes—clearly a Caucasian from the old-era Mira Country.
At that moment, their eyes met through a gap in the crowd.
He broke into a morbid, intrigued smile, a flash of greed in his eyes, and made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.
'Is it you?'
Lu Chao narrowed his eyes, finally pinpointing the source of the malice.
Greed, bloodlust, killing intent...
He had never seen this person before, yet those eyes—the eyes of a predator staring at its prey—felt strangely familiar.
THUD!!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when the brown-haired youth suddenly turned and strode away.
