The air was damp and cold.
At the man's command, screams erupted from the gate, the noisiest moment of the restless night.
Only after the giant had bound all the troublemakers onto the vehicle did the silver-haired man turn around, his demeanor once again that of the mysterious, cold-blooded, and capricious Dictator of the Underground City.
He tilted his chin up slightly, his ash-gray eyes particularly cold, his face hidden behind a mask and shadows, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on Xu Si, as though he were pondering something.
Anshi warned vigilantly, "Miss, step back."
Xu Si's lips parted, stunned for a second, but without speaking, she followed the bodyguard's lead and took a step back, quickly creating distance between them.
In front of outsiders, they tacitly maintained their distance. Their gazes met, as icy as if they were looking at strangers, or enemies.
The scent of roses filled her nostrils.
