"Who exactly are you?" The middle-aged man glared at him angrily.
Chu Zhiyuan burst into laughter.
The other two middle-aged men hesitated.
They felt that Chu Zhiyuan indeed recognized their friend, and his demeanor didn't seem fake.
More importantly, Chu Zhiyuan was not someone who practiced martial arts, so he posed no real threat.
It was likely that their friend had simply forgotten him.
Their friend's memory was notoriously poor, often forgetting things, losing track of time, and it was quite normal.
The two men cupped their fists and smiled, "Friend, friend, may we know your esteemed name?"
Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "The one named Wu, don't you know who I am?"
The two men's smiles widened.
That confirmed it; he even knew their friend's last name.
The man with the surname was also half-convinced, glaring at Chu Zhiyuan, "You..."
The three of them had been speaking without mentioning surnames, addressing each other by courtesy names.
