"Hey! Wake up!"
After breakfast, they returned to the warehouse next door. Xie Bing, bound hands and feet, was still fast asleep on the floor. Shen Yingtian went to wake him up with a kick.
Before seeing Xie Bing, Li Huai assumed that he was just another beefy guy with little brains, like Ma Xidan.
But, no. Xie Bing appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with a buzz cut. If not for the scar at the corner of his left eye, his thick eyebrows and large eyes would have made him look pretty handsome.
What surprised Li Huai even more was the intimidating spark in Xie Bing's eyes when he opened them; an attribute seemingly unfit for a local hooligan.
And, despite being bound and uncertain of his fate, Xie Bing looked defiant.
"Stare at me one more time, and I'll crush your balls!" cursed Shen Yingtian.
"Not convinced I'd do it? Go on, dare me!" retorted Xie Bing. A playful, cold smirk crept over his face.
