"You've mistaken me for someone else."
At this moment, inside the Slave Fighting Platform.
Lin Fan coldly stared at Xuan Zhu, who had appeared out of thin air, causing his brow to furrow slightly.
This person's demeanor was extraordinary, with barely detectable fluctuations of Qi Force emitting a strong sense of danger.
Could he be another defiant powerhouse at the Half-step Divine Realm?
"I wouldn't be wrong, you are Lin Fan."
Xuan Zhu, expressionless, slowly shook his head and drew out a photograph from his bosom.
"Even as he was dying, he refused to reveal your true identity, but I can almost confirm it now."
"…You killed him?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan's eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched tightly.
The person in the photo was exactly his previous contact, the one who disguised himself as a minion of the gambling company, Yorkshire!
"He could have survived, but he chose to die rather than disclose anything about you."
