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Hei Hu subconsciously glanced at Song Yan, and Qin Chuan immediately said, "He's one of us, feel free to speak."
Upon hearing Qin Chuan's words, Song Yan felt warmth in her heart.
Hei Hu mentally noted Song Yan, and then began, "The person was wearing a mask painted with a ghastly face, over one meter seventy in height, dressed in very loose black clothes, so it was impossible to determine if he was fat or thin. He deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, very hoarse, as if he was trying to conceal his identity, but one thing was certain, the person was a male."
Qin Chuan asked, "Besides these, was there any other striking characteristic?"
No matter what, the individual had saved Qin Nian, so he owed the person a favor. If there was a chance, he would definitely repay it.
But before that, he had to find out who the other party was.
Hei Hu shook his head, then quickly added, "Oh right, his hands were covered in wrinkles, so he must be an old man."
