Under the dense black night, the prolonged struggle had no end in sight until the door of the black sedan parked by the roadside was opened, and a mysterious, slender figure emerged.
The moonlight outlined his icy contours, giving off a hidden chill that enveloped his entire being.
He strode toward the roadside railing, his expression indifferent as he watched Yang Fei, who was clutching a wound on his arm on the slope.
He gazed briefly at the sprawled bodyguards, all of whom had varying degrees of injuries.
It was remarkable how so many people could be in such disarray against just one man; Yang Fei's capabilities were indeed formidable.
Yang Fei stared at the cold man beneath the night, his own eyes emotionless and dark, gazing right back.
Yang Fei had seen many powerful figures, but few possessed the aura that Qi Si did.
