Chen Mu's gaze also fell on the three of them. He naturally recognized Dang Han, but seeing him following so deferentially behind the veiled woman still surprised him a little. Apparently, Dang Han was this mysterious woman's lackey, and even the Bronze Mask Man seemed to outrank him.
What struck Chen Mu as most unbelievable, however, was that the woman looked vaguely familiar, as though he had seen her somewhere before.
Could she be someone I know?
Chen Mu inwardly shook his head. He hardly knew anyone in Tiandongli District, so why did she seem familiar? But when he noticed the veil on her face, he found it rather odd. Why did all these women like wearing veils?
He did not want to invite complications just then, however, and was preparing to take the opportunity to leave. Even Chen Mu was surprised by how deeply his words had affected Jin Yin. He did not know how often the dazzlingly beautiful [Chess Cage Thousand Cuts] had appeared in Jin Yin's dreams, unwittingly planting a seed of fear in his heart.
Ordinarily, Jin Yin was unaware of that seed's existence. But when he faced Chen Mu again, the seed of fear lurking deep within him suddenly erupted, invading every nerve.
By comparison, although Dang Han had also lost to Chen Mu, his gaze brimmed with defiance and battle intent.
The madam chuckled softly. "So this is Mr. Qiao Yuan. I just heard Mr. Qiao say that Mr. Jin Yin, having lost to him, has no right to challenge him. That's perfectly reasonable. How can a defeated general boast of valor? Presumably, Mr. Qiao feels it would offer neither difficulty nor challenge, and disdains to bother."
A smile lingered in the madam's lovely eyes as her gaze shifted. When she saw Qiao Yuan