The scarred man looked at the man wearing a dark windbreaker in front of him, and his expression on his face was even more surprised. If there might be a coincidence in front of him, but... this matter is his secret, and few people would know that the only people who knew were all close friends, or trusted friends and juniors whom he often contacted at work. Who was the sneaky man in front of him?

The Scarface man turned quickly in his head, thinking that he might agree with the existence of the man in front of him, but after thinking for a long time, he could not think of a corresponding character. There was a very consistent existence in the Scarface man's head, just that...

The scarred man's eyes were a little dim, and he slowly clenched his fists, his eyes full of heavy weight.

That person... has been missing for several years. From the outside world, a person who has been missing for so long is undoubtedly a judgment of death.

Unless... the person in front of him is him, although this possibility is very small and almost impossible, he grasped this only possibility and looked at the person in front of him with some excitement.

The scarfaced man naturally would not let the person in front of him go. He attacked the man in the windbreaker again. This time the other party still attacked his left calf. This time the scarfaced man did not avoid it and directly resisted. The other party probably did not expect him to do this. The agile figure of the windbreaker paused and had flaws at this moment, even if it was just a short moment, it was enough.

Taking advantage of this gap, the scarfaced man pulled the hat of the man wearing a windbreaker. In such a gentle area, the tightly covered hat slid down, and the true face of the man was also presented to everyone, especially the scarfaced man who wanted to find out the truth.

In an instant... the scene was silent, especially Scarface. His originally thick voice, his originally fierce loud voice instantly stopped. He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, as if he felt that he had hallucinations, and the others were the same...

Tonight is destined to be magical. The beautiful and splendid ice-blue frost flowers in the night sky are a little weird. All the buildings in this bar turned into ashes overnight, but the people inside are unharmed, and...

The person who appeared in front of him...

"Primise me quickly, I won't have hallucinations, right? Although I have witnessed what happened a few years ago, I have heard of it. Now... isn't it really my hallucination? Or is it just like it." A man spoke, his eyes full of shock, and he shouted to pinch him by the person next to him.

But no one really pinched him, but someone next to him nodded and spoke.

"Look at it, his appearance and expression are enough to prove whether this is true or not." The person beside him signaled everyone to look at Scarface. The scarface man, who was usually fierce, now seemed particularly cautious. He slowly approached the person in front of him, with a little stuffy voice.

"You are back?" The scar-faced man spoke. He looked at the face in front of him, his cold and serious face, just as if it had never changed a few years ago.
Chapter completed!