Luo Fei stepped forward and directly grabbed Jiang Sanqiang's hair, pulling it slightly, and indeed a bald head was revealed.
Jiang Sanqiang turned around and sat directly in the puddle, looking at Luo Fei, fiercely licking the rainwater from the corner of his mouth, and curiously asked, "How did you figure out I was Jiang Sanqiang? I thought I disguised myself well, without any flaws."
"Your style doesn't match. You wear artsy long hair and a beard, yet ride a tacky Jiangling motorcycle, which looks bizarre. Next, I have a keen nose. There's a persistent bloody smell on you, and lastly, your eyes. I have a great memory. I've seen your picture on TV, and although you've trimmed your eyebrows and grown long hair and a beard, and your face shape isn't quite the same as before, your eyes haven't changed."
"As soon as you got close, I smelled the thick bloody scent on you. When you took off your hat, the moment I saw your eyes, I knew it was you, Jiang Sanqiang."
