The guy who calls himself Mr. K crossed his hands over his legs, reclining naturally against the sofa opposite: "I've already mentioned on the phone that I sought you out for Struwa's future."
"Why look for me? In the entire Struwa, there are four major warlords, each much stronger than the Dark Night Army."
"Because in the whole of Struwa, you're the only living person."
Yang Fan was stunned, not reacting for a while. What did that mean?
"What do you mean by that?"
Mr. K spoke with a moderate pace, as Yang Fan had noted, if it weren't for the face-to-face conversation, it would be impossible to tell over the phone that he was a foreigner.
Even more puzzling for Yang Fan was that his Mandarin had no discernible accent and was very pure.
"In my view, the four major warlords of Struwa are nothing but tangible waste, indistinguishable from dead men in my eyes. Only you're different. As a saying from China goes, a minister for peaceful times, a hero for chaotic times."
