Zhou Qi's lips were tightly pressed together as he sat in the shadow of the pavilion. Apart from a pair of eyes colder and more piercing than usual, no one could discern his expression.
After a while, he spoke in a cold voice, "Mr. Hua, long time no see. You might as well stop pretending. You should know that even if you turned to ash, I would still recognize you."
The masked man's body shuddered violently. After a moment, he yanked the mask off his face and said in a voice as cold as ice, "You little brat, you dared to set me up!"
By this point, he somewhat understood, though he hadn't imagined how they had figured out he was the one behind it all. He also realized he couldn't escape their encirclement.
Facing the familiar face in front of him, Zhou Jingyi's eyes widened. Realizing what was going on, he gritted his teeth and spat out, "Hua Wen! So it really was you! I knew I had heard your voice somewhere before!"
