Within Tangshan Prefecture, atop a certain high-rise, Song Jingang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the man in black before the city gate with slightly squinted eyes—this was the first time he had seen Chen Yuan's true face.
At first glance, he truly did not seem like a young man, exceptionally composed; in terms of aura, he was not the least bit inferior to himself.
He stared at Chen Yuan, and Chen Yuan seemed to sense it, tilting his head to look in Song Jingang's direction.
Separated by thousands of meters, the two men looked at each other across the distance.
The atmosphere seemed to abruptly become tense.
Chen Yuan lifted his right hand and extended one finger, pointing in Song Jingang's direction twice, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile, his gaze fixed and intense.
Song Jingang, with a grave expression, withdrew his gaze and muttered in a low voice,
"Arrogant and seeking death!"
"My lord, should we teach this man a lesson?"