Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen exchanged glances and saw a hint of nervousness and excitement in each other's eyes. They took a deep breath and stepped into the living room of the suite located on the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in the City of Injustice.
The aura that greeted them made their hearts tremble slightly.
Aside from the enigmatic Fang Qingyu.
That Bail Huo... when his gaze swept over, it carried a sense of oppression.
At Fang Qingyu's gesture.
They sat somewhat tensely at the edge of the sofa, their backs straight.
Fang Qingyu resumed his seat at the main position, his Melted Gold vertical pupils calmly scanning over the two, his voice revealing no emotion: "Do you know my identity?"
He did not deliberately release any aura.
Yet the power contained in his calm gaze made Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen feel as if they were enveloped by an invisible mountain.
