Qin Yao's white shirt was pristine, without a hint of bloodstain, his refined and peaceful visage seemed out of place in such an environment, only the fleeting ruthless gleam in his eyes blended with the scent of blood.
"Real strength lies not just in oneself, but in the ability to leverage any power that can be used. What does it matter if it's despicable? Who cares about the means? The only thing that matters is the result!"
Long Yan sneered, "Cut it out, will you? You think you're some kind of dark philosopher?"
"Long Yan, you've been after me for three full years, and today we should put an end to it!" Qin Yao said, his face as cold as ice as he looked at him.
Long Yan's face darkened, "I'm trying to kill you, not chase you! Please don't leave out such important words."
That rascal Long Yan, even with a gun pointed at his head, still had that carefree and irreverent attitude.
