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Yves King also seemed to regain some of his senses, comforting them by saying, "Don't worry, nothing has happened. I seem to recognize that person."
"?" Both women were somewhat perplexed. One was a kebab vendor and the other was a petty gangster. Moreover, this was Rivers City, not Sea City. It seemed hard for either party to be linked to Yves King.
"It's the kebab vendor." Yves King's eyes were filled with reminiscence, looking at the hunched figure worn down by life. The sight stirred him up and also made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable. How could he appear here? How could he be selling kebabs here?
Although he had not seen his silhouette, Yves King would never forget his voice in his lifetime. Yves had no concern about him being at a disadvantage in a clash with the small gang of thugs.
Therefore, he did not immediately rush up to help him.
