Old Huang was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Meng Liangyu left just like that.
Who was his friend?
At that moment, the door to the inner room opened.
A tall figure walked out slowly, dressed in black, hair tied up, with a stern expression, holding a gleaming long knife in his hand.
When Old Huang's eyes met this person's gaze, his heart skipped a beat.
Clang!
The newcomer casually threw the knife onto the table, shattering cups and plates, making an ear-piercing sound.
Old Huang was startled, and immediately stood up.
The person had already come closer, putting a large hand on his shoulder, using a tremendous force to push him back into the chair.
"Do you recognize me?"
The newcomer asked calmly.
Old Huang's face turned pale, forcing a smile, he said, "No, no I don't, may I have your name?"
"My name is Chen Tang."
