Huo Shaoheng's face was inscrutable, but his eyes seemed to grow darker, like the gloomy, sunless sea before a hurricane. He looked at Chen Lie, his arms crossed and his gaze imperious. "Is there no other way?"
"Well, not exactly," said Chen Lie, smugly. He wiped the beads of sweat off his brow with a handkerchief. He then removed his glasses, and began taking his time by leisurely wiping them with a cleaning cloth.
"What do you mean?"
