"Gold Cicada?"
Trent Marsh and Long Wu upstairs almost simultaneously spoke this name.
This made Julius Reed realize things weren't simple.
"What's going on? You know him?" He stared below and immediately asked.
"This dirty, hunched old man looks a lot like someone." Long Wu looked at the person unwaveringly, afraid to miss a single detail.
"One of Silvio's protectors, Gold Cicada!" Trent Marsh added beside him, his tone filled with shock.
"But records from that year seem to state that Gold Cicada died in the chaos. Could it be someone else down there? But his skills are too much like Gold Cicada's! Would there be identical people in the world?"
Trent Marsh took a deep breath, looking at the old man below, wanting to clearly see his face.
But the old man was wearing a tattered cloak and hood, making it impossible to see the face beneath the hat.
