Another face reading master named Qian Kun had his brows furrowed into a tight frown.
The deep wrinkles seemed to carve his heart's full worry and gloom. His eyes bore a sinister glimmer like cold beams, akin to a hungry wolf lurking in the dark night, observing the prey's every move.
He lowered his voice, which was as cold and hard as millennia-old Mystic Ice, and slowly said, "Let's not act rashly for now. This matter is very complicated and requires careful planning."
"This fellow could effortlessly defuse Wang Fugui's deliberate provocation, which shows he indeed possesses genuine talent and extraordinary skills, definitely no ordinary person."
"Therefore, we must not recklessly act as we did before; we need to carefully devise a flawless, extremely comprehensive strategy to deal with him to ensure victory."
Zhao Qi heard this, and let out a dismissive snort through his nose, a sound squeezed through his teeth: "Hmph! What ingenious plan could we possibly have?"
