The look of eagerness to strike on Lin Hao's face caught Huang Biao's attention, instilling an inexplicable fear in the depths of his heart.
For reasons unknown to himself, he felt an eerie sense of familiarity with this young man.
Lin Hao cracked a grin, baring his white teeth, his piercing gaze sinister and dangerous.
"Mr. Huang, I advise you to watch your words," he admonished, in quiet but chilling tones.
There it was. An outright threat.
Just over a month ago, Huang Biao had disrespected Qin Ruan. Lin Hao hadn't held back in his handling of the man then.
Even after all this time, Huang Biao's face still bore traces of injuries.
"A hundred days for bones to heal", still, he was confident that Lin Hao knew restraint.
He was certain that if Huang Biao were to stand and walk a few steps, his movement would clearly be hindered.
Huang Biao's body shrank slightly in response to Lin Hao's threat.
