Arthur looked at the man before him, his short black hair, sharp and spirited appearance enhancing the masculine energy of his perfectly toned physique despite his delicately handsome features tending towards a softer beauty. He was very tall; however, of course, he was slightly shorter than himself—a pure-blooded Easterner, or more accurately, a pure-blooded Chinese.
This man looked very familiar. Where had he seen him before?
Searching his brain rapidly, it only took two seconds for Arthur to recall who the man before him was. Two years ago, that thatched cottage, it was this man who had followed them all the way in attempting to save Suxin.
No wonder Jack was taken down that day and never came back. Now that he was here, it meant that Jack must have been killed by him that day!
It seemed he had indeed underestimated him!
