Amidst a group of soldiers clad in camouflage, Shang Che stepped out of the vehicle in leather work boots. He wore a black tactical jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs. Even standing in the dead of Night, his overwhelming presence eclipsed the soldiers behind him.
"Where is my wife?"
Shang Che’s voice was icy, strained with the effort of suppressing his mounting rage. His cold gaze locked onto Shang Yang’s face; his pupils flickered, hinting at a man on the brink of an explosive, uncontrollable rampage. In this state, Shang Che was ruthless and lethal—like a total madman.
Chapter 164