"He was also a captain. When I was very young, he held me in his arms, and I reached out to touch the gun holster at his waist. He seemed very nervous. Now that I think about it, that gun was likely his Resentful Eye. His strength was formidable, far greater than mine now."
"Your father had silver hair, a build similar to yours now—tall and lean. The handgun at his waist was also silver, a revolver with a relatively long barrel." Yang Xiao laid out the characteristics of the silver-haired captain in full detail.
In the next second, Qu Muzhi, who had been calm until now, instantly changed. He stopped mid-step, sharply turned his head, and stared at Yang Xiao with wide eyes hinting at shock. "How do you know that? Did you investigate me?!"
