"As expected, nothing escapes Marshal Hex's eyes." The old man seemed to transform into another person at this moment.
Despite the same attire, upon closer inspection, he didn't appear as old.
His previously murky eyes now shone brightly like stars, and his slightly hunched back straightened, making him even a bit taller than Hex Chengpi.
"I am Tang Jianjun, greeting Marshal Hex. May I ask when the Marshal discovered my disguise?" Tang Jianjun glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Hex Chengpi's left hand.
Hidden within his wide sleeve was clearly a short weapon fit for close combat.
"Tang Jianjun?" Hex Chengpi frowned.
He pondered for a long time, but his memory held no recollection of this name.
This person doesn't seem to be a master in the Zhao Family.
Yet this only puzzled him more; if not from the Zhao Family, why would the other party be so painstakingly trying to get close to him?
