hen was over fifty, with slicked-back three-seven parted hair. His eyes were sharp and his demeanor was shifty. It's hard to know how Mr. Zhong could possibly trust him."Hee hee…young hero, young hero...Ancestors used the the end of the street. "Huh Why is there a gust of gloomy wind"This scene felt familiar, a sudden image flashed in my mind—The Yin Marshal Yue!At that time, she was also hidden in a patch of black mi...