"I am, what do you mean?" Wang Meng looked at Lin Feng feeling very strange. How could he have guessed that I'm a special forces soldier? I didn't say anything, and I didn't show anything special, I just moved the knife a bit, and he knew I was special forces — how is that possible? However, since he guessed my identity, that must mean he's met real special forces before. Otherwise, an outsider would never be able to tell what kind of person a special forces soldier is!
Yet, this young man doesn't seem that old at all, and he doesn't seem like he was forged in a special forces unit. Could he have spent time in some special forces unit before? It must be so, otherwise how could he know about special forces? That's something outsiders can't understand.
"Nothing much, just wanted to ask you about the story of the three knives," Lin Feng said calmly, looking at Wang Meng as if he was talking about something that didn't concern him.
