A flat tone of voice passed through the security room door, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present. The others had no reaction, assuming it was an old acquaintance of Bai Chenglong.
But Bai Chenglong's expression changed drastically. His face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from it, and his body began to tremble like a sieve.
Fear.
Pure, visible fear rapidly crept across his face and filled his eyes.
The security room door opened slowly, and a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight walked in.
His face was expressionless, yet the battle-hardened, murderous aura emanating from him sent a tremor of fear through everyone's heart. The dozen or so men in military attire standing by the door instinctively parted to make way for him.
The newcomer stopped in front of the group. Who else could it be but Pei Donglai?
