Qian Fu was an A-level expert of Poison Spider, how could he not recognize Zhang Fan?
It shouldn't be like this! Absolutely not!
So how did Zhang Fan recognize Qian Fu?
The level of that guy's makeup was so sophisticated that even a computer's facial recognition couldn't distinguish him!
Meanwhile, at the meeting hall, there had been an explosion.
The exclamatory voices of more than a dozen middle-aged men were extremely piercing.
"Genius, genius indeed! Such exquisite disguise techniques, coupled with that demeanor, that expression, it's as if he has shed his skin and completely transformed into a hooligan!"
"Old Lin, are these words of praise?" one person asked, smacking his lips.
"Of course, they are. How come such a genius isn't in our hands!" A voice of regret rose.
"Forget it, in your hands, he would be ruined!" A voice tinged with sourness also chimed in promptly.
However, at this moment, Zhang Fan had changed into another outfit.
