The man abruptly froze.
His gaze towards Musheng was sharp like a blade, filled with incredulity, yet he remained silent instead of voicing his questions.
"Musheng, do you know him?"
At the door, Hai Ge, having ignored the heart-stopping sight of Musheng punching a crack in the wall, asked Musheng while clinging to the doorframe like a scared little rabbit.
"Big A."
Musheng raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly, now certain of his identity.
"Which department are you from?"
The man's hoarse voice was identical to the one in Musheng's memory, but it now carried a weary world-weariness and full vigilance, which momentarily took Musheng by surprise.
In Musheng's memory, Big A was brave and strategic, a hot-blooded man of the jianghu, not like the man before him, who now had a calmness born from experiencing life's highs and lows, and a numbness through seeing worldly affairs.
Indeed, something unusual must have happened to Big A.
"I'm not from any department; I'm with Big K."
