Yes, he does look very familiar.
But no matter how intently they stared at Li Xiaoyao, or how familiar he seemed, they just couldn't recall where they had seen him before.
Huo Dongjie narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "My Huo Family has never engaged in such acts of imprisonment."
Li Xiaoyao dusted off his sleeve and said, "Hand over Zhang Meng, and I'll spare your Huo Family."
"Zhang Meng?"
"Who is Zhang Meng? Judging by the name, a woman. Has the Huo Family really done such a thing?"
"Heh, do you think the Huo Family are saints? They used to run a horse market."
Huo Dongjie's pupils shrank, and his broad palm hidden within his sleeve trembled slightly. A lightning-like glare shot from his eyes, as if trying to see through Li Xiaoyao.
"Who are you, really?" Huo Dongjie demanded.
The matter of Zhang Meng was known to only a handful of people in the Huo Family, so how did this man find out about it?
