Chen Yu's words were getting stranger and stranger.
Gao Xinran and Wang Dequan were dumbfounded.
What did he mean by having bad intentions but not much?
What did he mean by preparing to be a hero by saving the damsel in distress?
"Mr. Wang, take a closer look at this statue," reminded Chen Yu. "Think about it. Doesn't this statue look a little familiar?"
Hearing this, Wang Dequan braced himself and looked at the statue.
"Huh, it does look a little familiar."
After a minute or two, Wang Dequan frowned and rubbed his chin. He muttered to himself, "I feel like I've seen this dark thing somewhere before. I can't remember where I've seen it for a while."
"Two years ago," Chen Yu said, raising two fingers.
"Oh!"
Wang Dequan slapped his forehead. He finally remembered.
Under Chen Yu's guidance, Wang Dequan recalled an incident from two years ago.
