In a well-lit brig within Red Bane, a man with a bloodied face was sitting on the floor with his arms casually lying on his bent knees. His hair was scattered covering his ashen pale face. His eyes were closed but the sinister air around him was unmistakable.
If it weren't for the latrion chains bounding him he would have torn this ship apart. If he had known Qilin Hao's son would be smarter than her he would have taken greater precautions.
Qilin Hao was a hot head half the time and didn't normally have a strategy when they fought so he assumed Ji Yao was the same since he was a product of the same cloth but boy was he wrong.
The two couldn't be any different. Qilin Hao was ruled by emotions and often behaved impulsively if you push the right button. But no matter how he tried to push Ji Yao's buttons the kid remained rational even when he tried to make fun of Ji Yao's boyfriend.
