C1180 Enemy Meeting

Seeing the two people, a trace of doubt appeared on Abner's face. He did not know them at all, and Quinlan had been looking at the short-haired man. He could not recognize the man, but he felt a sense of familiarity.

"What? You don't know me? What is it? Are you pretending to not know me?" The short-haired man looked at Quinlan and continued to sneer. His face was filled with arrogance