Xiao Ming turned his head and his eyebrows slightly raised.
Surrounded by four or five people, two young men were making their way through the crowd. One of them, leaning on a cane with a resentful expression and evasive eyes, was Zhou Jicang's son, Zhou Fangjing,
while the other, the one who had just spoken, was reasonably handsome. However, with slanting brows and a sneering smile, he came off as a street thug despite his tailored suit. It was Shen Siyi's old adversary, the one whom Xiao Ming was planning to take down, Cao Bangxi.
"Nemesis? Are you worthy?"
Without waiting for Xiao Ming to speak, Shen Siyi responded with disdain, "Cao Niaoku, if you're not planning on acting like a human, just say the word, and I'll gladly spread the word for you.
Otherwise, when you see me, you'd better take a detour. Haven't forgotten, have you?"
