The black car sliced through the night like a phantom, sleek and powerful, its headlights casting long shadows across the desolate road. The world outside was silent, save for the occasional blur of passing trees and distant city lights.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with authority, wrapped in an air of quiet dominance.
Shen Wuhen's hands remained steady on the wheel, his focus unwavering as he maneuvered through the darkened streets with precision. Yet, his mind was preoccupied—not with the road, but with the man sitting behind him.
Qin Yejun.
A name that carried weight in places both seen and unseen.
Even without speaking, he commanded the space around him. His presence alone was enough to suffocate lesser men. The dim glow of the car's interior lighting barely touched his sharp features, casting deep shadows across his jawline and cheekbones, accentuating the icy elegance he wore so effortlessly.
