Zhao Rang moved his eyes upward and looked at him.

This man is similar to me in age, but his eyebrows are thicker than me and the bridge of his nose is straighter than me.

When their eyes met, his back became straighter, and there was no difference between his whole body and the black knife in his hand, making it impossible to tell whether he was holding the knife or the knife was holding him.

The stubbornness and indifference shown on this face are in sharp contrast to Zhao Rang's playful and frivolous look.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Rang spoke first.

This man didn't react at all, and didn't even move his eyes. He was like a blind and deaf man.

"You are Zhao Rang!"

The man suddenly said.

There was no surprise in his tone, as if he was Zhao Rang's old friend for many years.

But Zhao Rang racked his brains and didn't think of such a friend among his friends. He could only nod and responded:
Chapter completed!