Realizing that they were asking each other the same question, they couldn't help but laugh.
"So, you're the old rogue," Zhao Yang said as he walked without stopping.
"So, you're Zhao Yang," the old rogue sat there, at ease and ready, the smile on his face playful as he watched Zhao Yang. Their words echoed in the empty, abandoned factory.
No one else spoke, but their expressions were similar—all showing a face of astonished uncertainty.
They couldn't have imagined that Zhao Yang and the old rogue knew each other!
It was him!
The Drunkard Zhao Yang had seen a few days earlier when he was locked in the detention room with Xie Baocheng.
Back then, the man had even suggested that Zhao Yang join his ranks.
However, neither had imagined that the name which had recently been echoing in their ears was actually each other!
