Edgar swore that he did not know the old man in front of him, and he had never seen the old man before. However, those eyes that the old man had looked so familiar.
He did not really know if he still had any values for this old man. It seemed like apart from Mr. Lennon's secret, all he had was the secret of the roaring flame gun.
"Sit," Chu Yunsheng pointed at a chair on the side and said.
Edgar was both confused and nervous. Although he did not know what the old man wanted from him, he knew that the old man in front of him could easily get him killed.
"You don't recognize me anymore?" Chu Yunsheng instinctively took out a bag of cigarettes and started to lit it up. He had not smoked a cigarette for a long time, because there wasn't much of it in his storage talisman.
Edgar was extremely nervous, he only sat on the edge of the chair and shook his head.