"Smiling Demon?"
As Zhuo Feng's voice fell, the meeting room immediately erupted in low murmurs and whispers.
Minister Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, a glint of interest flickering in his eyes, seemingly intrigued by the intelligence behind this moniker.
Xu Hao muttered quietly to himself, "I knew it all along, this guy's definitely a super perverted murderer..."
His words carried a hint of self-satisfaction for his foresight.
What others thought, Fang Cheng had no idea, but his own feelings were certainly stirred significantly.
The name "Smiling Demon" was all too familiar.
Wasn't this the mysterious figure who sent me postcards, inviting me to a "chatroom" meeting?
The unfortunate target that the Noah Organization painstakingly hunted, who replaced me as a murderer, could it really be him?
Fang Cheng suppressed the shock in his heart, once again gazing at the photo projected on the screen through Xu Hao's eyes.
