Wei Tong nodded: "That's right, Ghost Hand's left hand isn't unusable, but once he uses it, there will be bloodshed for sure. However, it's just a few small-time thugs, no need for Li Tian to use such force. But now it seems, perhaps the name Li Tian is also fake."
"Ah?"
Wei Yingyue suddenly seemed a bit flustered. According to Wei Tong, even Li Tian's face might be fake, so what does his real face look like?
"Little Yue, you come back first. Let's not worry about this boy now. Tomorrow, we'll go meet someone."
"Grandpa, who are we going to meet?" Knowing that Li Tian wasn't dead brought new life to Wei Yingyue's days, but this attitude of yours chilled her heart. Now, anything related to you made her particularly sensitive.
Wei Tong let out a long sigh: "Who else? We're going to see your Uncle Li."
Among all the Li-named friends Wei Tong knew, the one called Uncle Li was only one, which was Wei Tong's old platoon leader, your grandfather.
