Old Luo paused for a brief second.
"The first question I can answer. I can't answer the second and third questions."
"So, answer my first question." Jiang Chen smiled.
Old Luo just smiled mysteriously and did not speak.
Jiang Chen understood. He put his hand into his pocket and from the storage dimension, he took out a crystal similar to the previous one. Then, he gently placed it on the table. "Is this enough?"
"Scarecrow."
"Scarecrow?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and watched as Old Luo took the crystal.
Old Luo noticed the dissatisfaction on Jiang Chen's face and began to explain.
"Scarecrow is his name. I didn't lie to you. Many people make new names for themselves after the war. Scarecrow is just one of them. Can I ask a question? Why are you looking for him?"
"I heard that he is a former Pan-Asia Cooperation intelligence personnel."
