Li Qian suddenly realized why the name sounded so familiar; the local tyrant in the prison often mentioned him.
"Old Shen Du, is it the Lu Chen from Jiang Residence in A City?" Hao Hu squeezed forward from a group of burly men, his blinded left eye deeply sunken with an ugly long scar crossing it, his expression agitated, "The Lu Chen who killed my brother and captured hundreds of our people?"
"Calm down, Tiger," the man seated at the head of the table raised his cane and tapped the tabletop, his voice somber, "If it's him, it's not surprising that the goods were taken."
"Logically, it shouldn't be the case," Li Qian adjusted his glasses and analyzed, "To date, there has been no appearance of a Dual Ability, and today they only carried a few bags when we brought them back."
"Bring them over tonight," Old Shen Du leaned against the back of his chair, seemingly tired, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.
Li Qian tactfully retreated, and the crowd of burly men dispersed.