Mo Buyan stopped the car and looked at me in confusion.
"What?"
I ignored him, got out of the car, and fixed my gaze on the scar-faced man.
At the same time, his gaze was fixed on me, and the sense of familiarity grew stronger. Before I knew it, I was walking
toward him, but after only a few steps,
a soldier came over and stopped me.
"Hey! Ordinary people aren't allowed any closer. Show me your identification."
"I... that person... I think I... know him..."
"You women really do say the strangest things. Who in this city doesn't know Lord Scarface? All right, all right, move along. Don't hang around here. If our superiors get angry, there's nothing we can do. Go on."
"No, that's not it... I think I know him..."
"All right, I get it, you know him. Now go!"
Just as I reached out, Mo Buyan suddenly grabbed my hand.
"Come on, you need to leave. Don't provoke these people. They're not to be messed with."
I turned to look at Mo Buyan and said, very seriously,
"I really... think I know him. I need to ask him who... I am."
"Hey, hey, hey! You're not serious, are you? This isn't the wilderness. You can't just kill people here! Calm down!"
Mo Buyan looked at me with a hint of surprise, but I couldn't worry about that anymore. I wanted to know who I was. Maybe I wouldn't have thought so if I hadn't met someone who felt so familiar to me, but the moment I saw him, I desperately wanted to know who I was.
So I swung my arm back and struck Mo Buyan's elbow with my left hand.
Smack!
"Ugh!"
Mo Buyan grunted and clutched his arm, instinctively stumbling back a couple of