President Fei, slumped on the ground, had lost all of his usual composure and steadiness. Now, in his eyes, there was only fear and an inexplicable chill that kept seeping out from within him.
Yang Jian.
He was well aware of the weight the man before him carried. He had perused countless files and intelligence about him, from his experiences in resolving various supernatural incidents to his personal preferences and lifestyle... After all, the better you understand the enemy, the better you could craft specific strategies to combat them.
However, once President Fei truly understood, he came to a conclusion: Yang Jian was an extremely pure individual.
Because he was just a high school student and hadn't yet entered society, he hadn't adopted the well-known societal values.
Profit above all.
Perhaps he might pursue some wealth, but he wouldn't compromise for the sake of profit.
