Finally, seeing Ning Fan admit to knowing his identity, Konstantin's expression turned exceedingly grim. Earlier, because he had underestimated Ning Fan, he was thrown into disarray by nothing more than a tiny Silver Needle, utterly lacking the poise of a master. At this moment, Konstantin felt as if he had swallowed a fly, absolutely disgusted.
"Ning Fan, so you do know me? Then why were you pretending not to earlier? Feeling guilty, perhaps?"
Konstantin's face was flushed with anger, his eyes blazing as if flames were about to erupt.
In stark contrast, Ning Fan's face remained calm with a smile. Compared to Konstantin, the difference was night and day.
