The last time I saw Abu was at the headquarters of King's Defense Company, and the first meeting didn't leave a particularly fond memory since it was there that Abu was taken away.
Seeing Abu again felt like he was a different person.
The short and pudgy man had become a short and skinny one; his facial skin sagged, painting the picture of poor health.
When I last saw Abu, even though he was about to be taken by the FBI, he still had an air of confidence, but now he seemed utterly deflated, both in spirit and in body—the kind that had collapsed completely.
"Hello, Mad Dog, we meet again. I'm glad you could make the time to see me."
Abu's attitude was very respectful, one might even say somewhat humble.
Gao Guang truly didn't know what to say to Abu anymore; seeing his condition genuinely elicited a strong sense of sympathy.
"Hello."
After a handshake, Gao Guang motioned for Abu to sit down, then he finally managed to blurt out, "How did you end up like this?"