Still, I had to say what needed to be said.
"Scarface, I've heard quite a bit from Li Xie and Ham about what happened between you and Li Xie, but there's one thing that's been puzzling me.
"What?"
Scarface's expression tightened, and he stared straight at me.
"They... never mentioned the name of that organization. That makes it clear these people never reveal their identities. So there's one question that comes to mind, Scarface..."
I paused and looked at Scarface.
"How did you know the name of their organization?"
Scarface froze for a moment. In silence, he took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it, and took a couple of deep drags.
"You figured it out?"
"Ah... more or less. It's just a guess."
I watched Scarface without looking away. If he really had recovered his memories, would he tell me something I didn't know?
"Scarface... I don't want to ask too much about your past, but... is there anything you want to tell me?"
I gazed quietly at Scarface. His head was bowed, and he said nothing. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but... surely he'd tell me something, wouldn't he?
"Yuxuan... since you've figured it out, I won't hide it from you."
Scarface lowered his head in thought for a moment, then looked up at me.
"It's true. My memories came back a while ago."
"More than three months ago, right?"
Scarface glanced at me and nodded.
"That's right. Looks like you guessed it all."
Hearing me deliberately stress the words "three months," Scarface shook his head helplessly.
"Mm. So... is there anything you want to tell me?"
Scarface gave me a bitter smile.
"What is there to say? I abandoned my old name long ago. My family all died in an accident. I