"Who are you?" Jiang Shu didn't let the man in front of him inside because the man's oppressive aura was simply too strong.
A height of one meter ninety, a muscular but not at all bloated figure, medium-length straight black hair, a handsome but expressionless face, and a pair of sharp and spirited eyes.
And Jiang Shu had also smelled an extremely dangerous scent on this man, a feeling that was very special, one that neither Tang nor Fox nor Clo had ever given him.
Like a slender, sharp bullet.
The man took out a stack of small cards from the pocket of his coat and showed Jiang Shu the first one, which bore two large characters: Lang Tai.
"Lang Tai? Your name?" Jiang Shu asked in return.
The man nodded.
"Did Clo send you?" Jiang Shu continued to ask.
Lang Tai removed the letter he had been biting in his mouth and handed it over to Jiang Shu with both hands.
And Jiang Shu, once again, beckoned to Xiao Yi.
