Liu Zhiwen opened with sneering sarcasm.
Chen Luo pointed at Liu Zhiwen in confusion. "You are...?"
It wasn't really Chen Luo's fault. On the surface, they hadn't met for only a few years, but Chen Luo had lived another twelve years in his previous life.
After more than a decade, could you still name a high school classmate you barely knew? At most, their face might look familiar.
Liu Zhiwen chuckled. "I'm Liu Zhiwen, young master. I even asked to borrow two thousand yuan from you, but you turned me down."
Recognition dawned on Chen Luo. "Oh, Liu Zhichuang."
Zhichuang sounded just like "hemorrhoids."
Liu Zhiwen's face darkened. He sneered as he told his companions, "Let me introduce him. This is the young master of the Chen Group. At his peak, he was worth over seven billion."
People who had enjoyed status and influence before the apocalypse usually ended up in miserable straits if they lacked strength afterward.
Survivors with pent-up frustrations often took them out on those people.
Chen Luo smiled. "What's this about, old classmate? How about letting me through for old times' sake?"
Just then, one of Liu Zhiwen's companions pulled him aside and whispered, "His clothes are clean, and he looks healthy. He doesn't seem ordinary. Be careful. He might be tough to handle."
Liu Zhiwen sneered. True, he'd noticed that too, but it wasn't enough to make him let Chen Luo go.
So what if he's badass? Level five at most. Don't tell me he's level six?
There were a dozen or so level-four fighters among them, and their base was right nearby. Surely these people wouldn't dare act like bandits on someone else's turf?
What, can a level-five fighter take on hundreds of people?
In any case, he couldn't be some powerful leader. What