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Ling Chen isn’t the type to simply listen to what others say. Even though the man had spoken, Ling Chen still turned his neck, trying to get a clear look at the person behind him. However, just as Ling Chen’s gaze was about to meet the man’s face, he suddenly felt a gust of strong wind sweep across his face. Then, the brim of his flat cap was pressed down, blocking his line of sight.

"I advise you to listen to me, do not look at my face. Otherwise, our conversation ends here."

The man’s voice came again.

A thought crossed Ling Chen’s mind, and through this voice, he instantly thought of the man’s identity.

The last time he was wandering around Wealthy Manor, Ling Chen unexpectedly met a middle-aged man in the garden who claimed to be a friend of his father and also a member of the Secret Society. He never expected it to be him.

Now sure of the man’s identity, Ling Chen finally relaxed a bit.

"If you wanted to meet me, a phone call would have sufficed. Why go through all this trouble?" Ling Chen asked, puzzled.