He Is Hell (1)

Xu Qing was outside the 89th floor, looking at the Pawn waiting there.

This Pawn with a scar on his face had clearly received the decree and understood that Xu Qing would be taking up his post here. Hence, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, sizing Xu Qing up.

Although he had checked it when he was outside previously, at that time, he was examining as though he was looking at an outsider. Now, it was different. After he swept his gaze over, he looked at Xu Qing's peerlessly handsome face.

"Kid, with such good looks, you'll be at a disadvantage here. To those vicious criminals, your appearance isn't intimidating enough and you will become the object of their mockery and ridicule."

The middle-aged Pawn still had a fake smile.

Xu Qing didn't say anything. He lifted his head and looked at the Pawn.

When he met Xu Qing's gaze, the middle-aged Pawn could see the calmness in Xu Qing's eyes. He laughed.