It was an interesting yet strange sight, dealing with one’s own clone face-to-face, existing in the same place. The clone shared every physical feature with the original.

“Creditor,” I said.

“Creditor?” The cloned Xing Chuan looked at the Xing Chuan on the wheelchair grimly.

“Silver Moon City has too many creditors. If you don’t mind, I’ll bring one up to demand payment.” I smirked coldly, looking around. Cang Yu was definitely watching us through the surveillance camera in the corner. Plus, I had a feeling that Cang Yu could definitely recognize who the old man in the wheelchair was.

“Master only wants to see you,” Xing Chuan 2.0 suddenly said. I was surprised that...