Ming Disha's gaze turned vicious.
"Chou Baihen. It's you. You're not dead."
Chou Baihen walked over, pulled over a folding chair, and pointed at it. "May I sit?"
Lu Chengwen looked at Ming Disha. By instinct, he felt that this man was dangerous.
For no other reason than that Chou Baihen showed none of the wariness or tension the others had displayed before Ming Disha.
In other words, in Chou Baihen's mind, he and Ming Disha stood on the same level. That was why he was so calm and composed.
Ming Disha grew serious.
Clearly, this man before him was different from the fellow inside the Extreme Cold Shield. He was someone who could truly make Ming Disha take him seriously.
Ming Disha straightened up, pulled out a wet wipe to clean his hands, and looked at Chou Baihen. "Of course. We're old friends! You have no idea how happy I am to see you're still alive. Cheng Wen, move over this way a little."
Chou Baihen laughed heartily. "No need to be so nervous, is there? Ah, time really flies. It's been thirty years since we last met, hasn't it?"
Lu Chengwen was utterly shocked!
The man before him looked like a middle-aged man in his forties at most.
His face was ruddy, and he looked remarkably youthful.
Thirty years since they had met!?
Which meant... he had known Ming Disha thirty years ago, and likely Old Man Wu as well.
Lu Chengwen pressed his lips together, cautiously lifted himself from his seat, picked up the cloth folding chair with both hands, and moved it beside Ming Disha. After setting it down, he turned to glance behind him, checking whether anyone had blocked his escape route as he considered how to flee later.
Ming Disha grabbed the bottle. "Thirty-five