Hearing the voice coming from across him, Yan Liqiang shifted his gaze from outside the window to the man sitting in front of him.
Judging from the man's appearance, he seemed to have the standard features of a northwestern man who had a strong build. Sitting across from Yan Liqiang, he occupied almost half of the table. Signs of aging were present on his tanned face, yet he didn't look like a boor. In fact, he had a pair of sharp eyes and a sharp nose. His eyes were shining brilliantly and he was subtly exuding a dangerous aura.
Of course, the man didn't carry a weapon with him. He only sat across from Yan Liqiang while sizing the latter up with his slightly intrusive gaze. From Yan Liqiang's hair to his nails, the man left nothing unchecked.
