A group of people hurried out of the airport and got into a taxi by the roadside.
"Captain Yan, hello, I'm Zhao Theng, the leader of the first anti-terrorism squad of Jiangzhou police department."
The handsome and aloof man shook hands with him lightly, "I've heard a lot about you."
From start to finish, he was like an ice sculpture, untouched by any trace of mundane presence.
Zhao Theng scrutinized the man before him. The car's dim cabin accentuating the man's tall and upright bearing, his straight back resembling a rifle that made the already cramped space instantly oppressive.
The dim light couldn't conceal the man's handsome face and a pair of bright, piercing eyes that glowed like twin flames in the darkness, making one's skin feel a burning sting.
The man looked very young, at most in his early twenties, but his full aura was not to be underestimated, especially after hearing of his deeds which commanded even greater respect.
