Chapitre 63: The Great Hustle of the Thirteen Clans (7)

There is a strong storm rampaging inside Luis's head as his eyes are nailed at the tall and gangster-looking man in front of him.

He can't be mistaken. The man's entire image is the face of Luis Lee. His very own face.

How many times did he lament in front of the mirror the difficulties of finding a 'top' because of the intimidating visuals that fit perfectly to a thug?

He practically lost count of the times he scared off his booty calls because they thought that Luis would force them to take his 'package'?

It was a horrible experience for both Luis and the poor top who was only looking for a good fuck.

However, this matter is none of Luis's concern now.

'The question here was why am I facing my past identity's doppelganger?' Luis stepped forward trying to get a closer look at the man's square-shaped face.