C2092 It's My Dish

"Feng Wuya."

In the darkness, a shadow flashed past. Following that, a man with a voice that was neither near nor far away spoke, "You actually came to me on your own accord. Is the sun rising from the west today?"

"Help me catch someone."

The smile on Feng Wuya's face had disappeared without a trace. His voice was as cold as ice, and there was no emotion in it.

"Feng Wuya