Li Changhe gazed at the man before him, Feng Yueming, nearly doubting his own eyes. His voice trembled with disbelief, "Commander... Commander Feng."
A man in black behind him delivered a kick to the back of Li Changhe's knees, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to his knees with a thud.
Li Changhe was in so much pain he nearly passed out, but he dared not express his suffering. Instead, he offered a fawning smile, "Commander... Commander Feng, what wrong have I committed? I was just... my girlfriend and I were... meeting here. We haven't done anything bad..."
Feng Yueming crossed his long legs elegantly. With his elevated military boots, he carelessly kicked Li Changhe's trembling face. "Your girlfriend?"
He sounded as if he had heard a funny joke.
Seeing his smile made Li Changhe's scalp tingle, reminding him of the sharp fangs and wide maws of wild beasts when they bared their mouths.
