The moment he said this, Pablo and Martin Benítez beside him both froze, their bodies trembling as though they had heard something utterly impossible.
Martin Benítez looked even more incredulous. Turning to Shen Feng, he burst into laughter. "Kid, are you really Ye Zhenli's witch doctor? Are you insane? Standing before you is the King of Colombia, the most powerful businessman in the world, a hero even the Eagle Country government can do nothing against, the immortal Mr. Pablo Escobar! No one has ever heard of this Kesuer you mentioned. Who could possibly be mentioned in the same breath as Pablo Escobar!?"
He had initially assumed that the questions about Kesuer were merely casual inquiries, or perhaps a way to divert his attention. The other party was nothing more than an assassin sent by Ye Zhenli.
Yet he had never expected that Shen Feng had truly come for Kesuer, and had even decided that Pablo was Kesuer. It was utterly ridiculous.
Shen Feng ignored Martin Benítez's words and simply smiled at Pablo Escobar before him.
Colombia's drug king, once the seventh-richest man in the world, with his own air force fighter jets and hundreds of thousands of men under his command, the founder of what had once been the world's largest narcotics empire.
The man stood right before him, yet Shen Feng already understood that Pablo Escobar was merely a false identity.
Or rather, Pablo Escobar was only one of his countless cover identities. Like a giant spider, the real man lurked at the center of a web woven from lies and hypnosis, waiting for his chance to prey upon all of human civilization.
Pablo still wore that wicked, cunning smile. He stroked his beard and said to Shen Feng, "Kesuer? I've never heard that name... As for you, kid,