565 Ming Zhi Yi

The table fell silent.

Lu Yin Ze's silver-blue eyes went wide. His breathing momentarily stopped. The old people at the table greeted the tall man back, however, their voices were muted to him. Everything was blurred, except for the tall man in the dark suit. Even the background noises were swallowed, as Lu Yin Ze could not hear a thing.

How could...how could this man be here?

The tall man sensed his eyes and turned to look at him.

The dark eyes... coincided with the cold-blooded eyes of the person back then who held the gun and killed everyone mercilessly.

How...

Why was he here?

Was he... going to kill everyone again?

The tall man smiled at him.

"It's been a long time, my dear son." He smiled gently at Lu Yin Ze, his face appearing warm and gentle. 

Like he was very happy to see him. Like how a father would look at his dear son.