"We had a good time earlier. I'm not here to meet you tonight, so take it easy," Zhang Heng told Black Mamba, whose glare was on Zhang Heng and was ready to fight him. After that, he looked around the tavern, and his attention eventually landed on a black man at the corner.
The black man looked like a regular customer of this tavern. He was neither surrounded by subordinates like Black Mamba nor surrounded by beautiful women like the dwarf. And the food on his table looked quite pathetic as well. He was only eating half a piece of bread and drinking a bottle of wine. From the way he looked, he definitely did not look like a man of power.
Zhang Heng then asked, "You appear to be Iron Handcuff."
"Why would you say that? I don't think we've met before," the black man asked rhetorically.
