"Who are you, daring to hit someone..."
Ye Zhenxiong recovered from the pain and roared at the person in front of him, but as he caught sight of the face before him, the words he had not finished were painfully caught in his throat, "Nangong... Nangong?"
Nangong Ming was obviously someone Ye Zhenxiong knew. Unlike Huo Beichen's low profile, Nangong Ming appeared on television every year at the national military parade, the youngest military region figure in the world, second to none!
Young and handsome, bloodthirsty and brutal yet dashing and elegant, a legendary figure in the military world, the military soul that thousands of young girls adored. His stature was something businessmen dared not offend; he was the iron brother of the business world's King of Hell, and his presence in the night was all too normal!
