The expression on the Daoist Hua's face carried an almost imperceptible cunningness amid his assurance, as if he were showing off his vast divine abilities, claiming to have everything under control.
He stared straight at You Su, with a look in his eyes that was both appreciative and somewhat playful.
You Su, almost instinctively, reached into his sleeve, where the fake identification card still lay. Ever since he obtained that fake ID, he had never exposed it. How did the Daoist Hua know about it?
Could it be that the Daoist Hua had taken it and looked at it before putting it back? Or perhaps... he was the one who gave out fake identities?
"When did you see it?" You Su's voice bore a cold edge.
"See?" Daoist Hua shook his head, "Young man, I never believe in what my eyes see, I only believe in what I calculate. You're called Dabang, an orphan from a backward village near Beiji City. Am I right?"
