Staring at the young man before him, even now, Chilom couldn't believe Yang Yu was the Colorful-haired Masked Man.
But Chilom had no choice but to believe, as this kid knew too much. To call him an outsider wouldn't be believable at all.
If Yang Yu truly is the Colorful-haired Masked Man, just by his ability to change the tide of battle multiple times, working with him might actually uncover a path to peace.
The problem is, like himself just now, the citizens or soldiers of the Luo Ze Empire certainly wouldn't accept the Colorful-haired Masked Man, who once devised such demon-like plans, as an ally.
"I understand your concerns."
Yang Yu smiled and said:
"As long as my identity as the Colorful-haired Masked Man isn't unexpectedly exposed, it'll be fine.
I have always fought with a mask on, anticipating such a day might come.
My real face has hardly been exposed to Luo Ze's troops.
That's why I can swagger through checkpoints and stand here today."
