As soon as the words fell, the room fell into dead silence.
The tall figure finished speaking and then fell silent, simply sitting in the chair, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips, waiting for Qin An's response.
Qin An pondered slightly, raising his gaze, his eyes like blades, as if trying to pierce the veil and see the true face of the other party.
The tall figure noticed his gaze and slightly curled his lips: "Have you guessed it?"
Qin An nodded, his tone confident: "Mountain Patrol Golden General."
The tall figure leaned forward with interest: "What makes you say that?"
