Zhang Yiming paced in his opulent villa, fury evident in his eyes as he kept glancing at the old man before him. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
"You know why you are here, Kong?" Zhang Yiming's voice was cold, dripping with barely contained rage.
Master Kong raised his head slightly, his green shimmering eyes that would send a shiver down a normal person's spine meeting Zhang Yiming's gaze unflinchingly. "I am well aware of my mission, sir," he replied, his voice steady despite the obvious danger of his situation.
Zhang Yiming's lip curled in disgust. "You know why you are here, I mean where you don't belong... Your job was to get me all the pages of the Seven Fists Manual, but all I have in my hands is the 5th and 7th page. Where are the rest of the pages?"
Master Kong's expression remained impassive as he answered, "They are with Li Chen, sir."
