641. Resurrection_1

Before Stone, the expression on the face of that carefree swindler from the Jianghu gradually became serious, and his every move brought about a change in demeanor, making Stone feel as though he wasn't standing before a down-and-out wanderer, but a scholar who had seen and heard much.

Even though he had made that strange and terrifying sound from his throat, Byron quickly closed his mouth.

He looked at Stone.

"Hello."

The voice that emerged from Byron's mouth was still in its original form, but his tone was now much more composed as if he would continue responding without changing his expression, even if held at gunpoint.

"You can call me, Taoist Crane Cry."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You are Taoist Crane Cry?"

Stone frowned slightly, pulled out his revolver, aimed at Byron, and didn't believe his nonsense.

"Yes, I am Taoist Crane Cry, or rather, I once was Taoist Crane Cry."