Zhao Dong sized up the man in black carefully, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was amiss. The man had eyes as cold as a hawk's, a hooked nose, extremely thin lips, and a near-pallid complexion that gave off an eerie vibe. He stood silently behind Jiang Hao, squinting, seemingly indifferent, but Zhao Dong's perception was far beyond that of an ordinary person. From the first glance, he could tell this man in black was no simple character.
Jiang Hao noticed Zhao Dong as well. "So you're the so-called Zhao Dong?" he said coldly.
Zhao Dong glanced at him. "Who are you?" he replied indifferently. "Do I know you?"
Jiang Hao immediately burst into a rage. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I'm Jiang Hao!"
"Jiang Hao?" Zhao Dong laughed and turned to Jiang Nianyu. "Nianyu, is this your brother?"
A miserable smile crossed Jiang Nianyu's face. "He's a beast, not my brother."
