Walking with Qin Hao on the road to the cemetery.
Zhou Fang repeatedly observed this young man out of the corner of his eye.
He found that Qin Hao was quite composed, yet also cold.
His face appeared calm, but with a closer look, one's own self would inexplicably feel a chill.
Is this an uncontrollable situation due to overwhelming killing intent?
Zhou Fang was sure that Qin Hao had killed many people.
Yet he wasn't afraid, because he had killed quite a number too. He just never boasted about it to the outside world.
Feeling a bit awkward walking, Zhou Fang asked, "I've heard you're quite impressive?"
Qin Hao stared straight ahead, "Sorry, I'm not interested in men."
"Pfft!" Zhou Fang spat out a mouthful of saliva, his face full of shock.
What does this guy mean?
Thinking I'm gay?
He recalled the rumors in Beijing, "Qin Hao is not only skilled in martial arts, but also has a sharp tongue. If you meet him, never argue!"
