"Dixie," the shorter young man said, his gaze cold. "My name is Dixie."
"Do you have a nickname? Speaking of which, shouldn't all members of Omega have a cool nickname?" Zhou Chen asked curiously.
"I'm not an official member yet. I don't have the right to be granted a title." Dixie sheathed his tachi, one hand on the scabbard and the other on the hilt. He approached Zhou Chen step by step with a wary gaze, while Old Yang was already locked in combat with the other two Omega assassins.
"Well, that's a real shame. When it comes to style points, you're no match for me, the 'Joyful Sawman'."
Zhou Chen pulled the Blindfolded Sunglasses from his coat, flicked them open with a flourish, and put them on. The powerful Sensory Enhancement effect refreshed his senses, and he once again activated his God's Perspective.
"..."
