"Really?" Lu Yuan looked very surprised. "Do I really look like your uncle who passed away in the Soviet Union more than 20 years ago?! Ah, how old was your uncle when he passed away? Do you have a photo of him?"
The Ace of the Far East: "..."
"My uncle was probably in his early 30s when he passed away. If he hadn't passed away so early, he would have been a good hand in our KGB," The Ace of the Far East said regretfully, "I don't have a photo of him by my side, but if you want to take a look, wait until I call my family in the Soviet Union and have them scan one for me."
"That's such a pity. To die young at such a young age... the heavens are jealous of talent, the heavens are jealous of talent!" Lu Yuan patted his knee with one hand and raised his head to sigh. He appeared extremely extremely regretful.
