Qin Zhuo was clad in a black robe, his salt-and-pepper hair combed back meticulously. He exuded a vibrant, imposing aura. Tall and imposing, he had a square face framed by eyes as sharp as a hawk's, which occasionally flashed with a chilling gleam that sent shivers down the spine. Judging by his appearance alone, one could not tell he was a man nearly sixty years old.
It was under Qin Zhuo's coercion that Qin Gang had joined the Martial Department in the first place. It was also because of Qin Zhuo that Qin Gang had been expelled from the family. Therefore, while Qin Gang felt extreme fear towards his older brother, he also harbored exceptional resentment. This man's heartlessness had reached a daunting degree.
