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"May I ask where the gentleman hails from?" Chen Xi smiled as he greeted the drunkard with a bow. There was no helping it; one must be tolerant of a talented drunkard.
"Chen Zichuan?" The drunkard tilted his head and pondered for a moment before asking, "I come from the north."
Chen Xi was startled; he hadn't revealed his identity, so how did this guy figure it out? Then he glanced back and understood what had happened. A fat man with a waist ten spans round was not far behind, hugging his sword and staring over here.
After hearing the drunkard say he was from the north, Chen Xi suddenly realized, "Guo Fengxiao?"
"How do you know?" the drunkard asked curiously, though without much surprise.