"I am Long Yao."
"I am Long Zhixin."
"Our boss, Long Tianze, would like to meet you. Please come with us."
The two men blocked Ning Fan's path, making clear their identities and intentions.
The one on the left, who called himself Long Yao, had long hair like a rock singer, was lean, with a gloomy complexion,
and cold flashes occasionally shot through his eyes. From the moment Ning Fan noticed him, he had never seen him smile; his pale face looked as if it belonged to a ghost.
On the other hand, Long Zhixin, standing to the right, was drastically different: a very strong and tall man, exuding a masculine air, with muscles under his white shirt swollen like those of a bodybuilder.
If one were to compare the strength of the two, a common person at a glance would probably choose Long Zhixin without hesitation.
But in Ning Fan's sharp eyes, it was likely that Long Yao was the more terrifying presence between them!
