The anger in Mo Zhanchou's eyes gradually subsided, yet his calm demeanor was all the more terrifying.
He looked at Li Chunfeng, his eyes seeming capable of piercing straight through flesh and bone. The more he looked, the more he felt that the cowardly wretch before him was cut from the exact same cloth as Nan Aoye back in the day.
They both appeared frail, innocent of worldly affairs, and effortlessly unrestrained, but in reality, they were absolute, thorough frauds.
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