As Kong Xiaozhen slowly put on white gloves, his hand grasping a costly scepter, he walked into the venue with a leisurely grace, a faint smile eternally playing at his lips.
At the same time, another car procession brought a figure clad in a black suit and white scarf, his features proud and his brow bearing a hint of an imposing air.
"Liang Jiankun is here too?" A stir arose once more among the crowd. At this moment, everyone, regardless of gender, looked at Liang Jiankun with fearful eyes.
It wasn't because Liang Jiankun lacked good looks or charm to appeal to women, but because everyone in high society knew that he was ruthless and brutal. His past deeds had instilled enough fear that women didn't dare to approach him.
In their eyes, Liang Jiankun was a fierce monster, selective in his prey no one dared to entertain thoughts about him, in any aspect.
