Chu Mo, dressed in a custom casual suit and wearing golden glasses on the bridge of his nose, gently stepped forward, followed closely by five or six tall and muscular bodyguards behind him. When Chu Mo, emanating a chilling aura, strolled towards the center, countless gazes from the crowd immediately centered on him.
The middle-aged man with a shaved head wearing sunglasses also squinted his eyes, but Chu Mo did not even glance at him at the moment.
Chu Mo walked straight to the frail middle-aged man. The elderly-looking face by his side gradually merged with the tall and upright figure in his memory. Twenty years ago, when he was still a child, this man had once given him walnuts to eat...
After a moment, the reminiscences in his mind slowly faded, and Chu Mo, standing gently in front of the other man, said:
"Uncle Zhang, I'm Chu Mo, who grew up playing with Zhang Zhen."
