How could an art appreciation meeting invite such a reckless person? Su Ziceng also frowned.
Upon seeing the newcomer's face clearly, Su Ziceng was even more shocked, "This person looks so much like Pello." Indeed, the newcomer was almost a spitting image of Pello, except Pello's features were carved delicately and refined, while the newcomer's features seemed to be crudely crafted by a rushed artisan.
This was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in the playboy attire of GAS, with pale golden long hair and eyes that looked imperiously at the people in the room. He was also carrying a somewhat heavy tungsten iron case in his hand.
"This is really hellish; I cannot fathom what's crammed into these Japanese people's heads, making me, a viscount, attend such a stifling art appreciation event," the young man with a stature around one meter eighty-five made the room, which was not too cramped to begin with, appear even smaller.
