Da Meng nodded, giving Zhang Xian his approval.
He had heard about it back in Sunset Town, from a story Eighth Master told in a bar. The guy had been on a phone call, he had mentioned something about the word of a God, but it was just a name.
Zhang Xian touched the tip of his nose, then pierced out a bitter laugh. If he had known that Eighth Brother held such important clues, he would have spared his life.
Unfortunately, the man was already dead, and the line of inquiry severed. That innate expert was also slain by him back then.
"Oh, having breakfast here?"
Suddenly, a young man, followed by three middle-aged men, walked into the breakfast shop and stopped next to Zhang Xian.
"It's you?" Zhang Xian was somewhat surprised.
This was the thug who harassed Zhu Qing in Sunset Town yesterday, why was he here? Wasn't this guy supposed to be from some rich and powerful family?
"I'm also surprised to come across you here."
