Walking on the street, Xiao Han hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Hanmen Training Class.
The evening class was a first for the Hanmen Training Class. Even though it started at seven o'clock sharp, not a single student was late. By the time Xiao Han arrived at the classroom, everyone was sitting upright, attentively watching him as he walked in from the door.
He wore a gray long woolen coat and a white undershirt. His face was covered with a mask, shielding his forehead, nose, and eyes. This golden mask had seemingly become a familiar symbol to everyone.
In the Hanmen Training Class, no one knew what Xiao Han really looked like; all they knew was a man with a golden mask. Judging from his facial contours, as well as the contours of his mouth and chin, he must be a rather handsome man.
"What do you think our teacher actually looks like?" a female student curiously asked.
"I don't know either!" another girl shook her head.