Beneath a dirty, grey beret, Shen Ping’s face twisted with malice. He raised a hand to pick at the lettering on a promotional display board, but upon noticing dust on his cuff, a look of disgust and burning hatred flashed in his eyes.
Having grown accustomed to wearing tailored suits, having to put back on these ragged, filthy clothes filled him with revulsion.
His sharp fingernails scratched a faint white mark across the name "Shen Mo".
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