Not far from the tree, two people were watching him! Zhao Dong broke out in a cold sweat. I can't believe they found me in such a hidden place. If they had attacked me when my guard was down, my chances of survival would have been slim! His eyes turned cold. He leaped down and landed firmly on his feet, sizing up the two people opposite him.
They appeared to be a master and his servant. The master was an old man with white hair and eyebrows, wearing a Sun Yat-sen suit, and his weathered face carried a faint smile. Standing by his side was a man in his thirties with sharp eyes, staring intently at Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong looked at the two and finally spoke, "I don't know either of you. May I ask what business you have with me?"
The old man smiled gently. "Young friend, we just met yesterday, so we are not strangers."
"Yesterday?"
The old man chuckled. "Yes, at last night's banquet. I was in the crowd, so you may not have noticed me."
