The middle-aged man was burly, with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. His square face featured large, gleaming eyes like copper bells, and his full forehead exuded an aura of immense authority. At this moment, the air was thick with ominous Yin Evil Qi and filled with murderous intent.
This was Yuan Tianlong, the biological father of Yuan Qingyun and the chairman of Haoyu Group.
He held a cigar in one hand, his expression as dark as water as he stared down at Lingjin City from 10,000 meters above.
Yuan Tiance sat opposite him, clasping a wine glass in both hands. He was agitated and in a terrible state. His eyes, once bright and gleaming, were now dull and lifeless, and streaks of white ran through his temples. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged more than ten years. The death of Yuan Qingyun had hit him too hard; he didn't even know the murderer's name or what he looked like.
