"Who are you..." Hearing the voice behind him, the middle-aged man holding those sheets of paper stiffened slightly, his expression becoming somewhat unsightly. He asked Liu Hun in a low voice.
While the other was speaking, Liu Hun had already approached the middle-aged man from behind and took the sheets from his hand. Liu Hun glanced at some of the words on these papers and was momentarily stunned.
The first sheet recorded entirely names, which evidently were of some people who attended this meeting, but Liu Hun hadn't even had time to glance at the following pages when the middle-aged man in front of him pulled out a handgun from his waist and swiftly turned around, aiming the black muzzle at Liu Hun.
"How could it be you? Aren't you dead?" At this moment, the middle-aged man was deeply shocked upon seeing Liu Hun, seemingly incredulous.
