"I am Jiang Xinghai, the one you've been trying to kill."
Jiang Xinghai had no intention of hiding his identity, because in his eyes, the man was already dead.
"You're Jiang Xinghai?"
But Qin Yue didn't believe him. He waved a hand and barked, "Impossible! I've seen Jiang Xinghai. During that nationwide live broadcast, he had a handsome face, wore a chef's uniform, and looked like a pretty boy. You're decent-looking, but you're definitely not him!"
Jiang Xinghai smiled, and Chuchu began to laugh as well.
It was perfectly normal for anyone who had only seen the live-streamed life-and-death battle not to know what Jiang Xinghai truly looked like.
"What are you—what are you two laughing at?"
Qin Yue was utterly confused, but then he remembered the matter at hand. He pointed at Jiang Xinghai and roared, "I don't care who you are! Get out!"
He still needed Chuchu to serve him!
