Chapter 821 Are You Tired Of Living
- “Arman?” The bald man fixed his gaze on Arman, a cold smirk forming on his lips. “Who's this Arman? Never heard of him.”
- The name rang a faint bell, but he quickly dismissed it, indifferent.
- Arman wasn't in uniform today. Instead, he wore casual clothes, making him appear to be just an average middle-aged man—someone not even worth acknowledging in the bald man's eyes.