Li Zhiming's eyes narrowed, a fierce glint within them. "Too much? Call in the tanks if we must!" he declared, his voice a low growl. His face twitched with barely controlled anger, the intensity in his eyes like flames threatening to ignite the world around him.
!!
The soldier shivered, instantly backing away, his mind a whirlwind of questions and unease. 'What's gotten into the chief today? Sure, she's close to him, but this level of response? As a spy, shouldn't she be accustomed to danger?' Yet, he dared not voice these thoughts, aware that Li Zhiming's current state was not to be trifled with.
Meanwhile, Li Zhiming stood in solitude, a silent sentinel wrestling with his inner turmoil. Beneath his stoic facade, he was a tempest of emotion. It was as if the very core of his being had been shaken; the damage was done, and no amount of rage or retribution could undo it.