Ye Junhan emerged from the gloom. His black military boots landed without a sound, and his narrow, sharp, profound eyes scanned the crowd.
"Is everyone all right?" Even his voice was as cold and calm as ever. His breathing was steady, and he looked no different than usual.
But no one knew that in that moment, he was using almost all his strength to forcibly suppress the vicious, savage impulse deep within him—an impulse to destroy everything, no matter the cost.
The effect that person had on him was unexpectedly profound.
Furthermore, after fighting his opponent, he had keenly sensed that something was wrong with his body. He didn't know if this lack of control was merely a lingering side effect of the battle.
'If that person really did something to me internally…' Ye Junhan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
