"Patriarch Han, who do you want to kill?"
A clear, cold voice drifted into the banquet hall from outside, carrying a strong penetrating force that reached everyone's eardrums.
Everyone turned their gaze in the direction of the voice.
Before seeing the person, they heard the heavy "click" of leather shoes on the floor, accompanied by a powerful pressure that seemed to almost freeze everyone in place.
Eyes stared unblinking, anticipating as the man finally appeared before everyone.
And as that man truly stepped into the banquet hall, the crowd was once again blinded by an intense light that forced them to avert their gaze from the dazzling man.
Who is this? Could it be the esteemed guest invited by Gu Xiaoer?
Someone snuck a glance.
All they saw was a strikingly handsome man with cold features and a tall, well-built physique. His long legs moved with wind, with pressure, with an edge, yet exuded such calm elegance.
