The helicopter descended slowly, and Xiao Chen, with an overwhelming aura, stepped down from the aircraft. He was dressed in all black, and his deep, dark eyes swept across Qiu Jun like a chilling breeze.
Xiao Chen had a cold, comic book-like face, with deep-set features and a taut jawline that radiated bursts of coldness. His narrow eyes shot out a compelling pressure, sharp and terrifying like the blade of a knife.
His arrival bolstered the confidence of Duwa and the others considerably, each of them looking up with reverence at the figure with a powerful presence and an intimidating air.
"Master Chen," Duwa stood behind Xiao Chen, heaving a sigh of relief.
Xiao Chen's gaze fell on the SUV, and his tense nerves relaxed upon seeing that she was unharmed. He turned to Duwa and asked, "Where's Feng Ye?"
At those words, Duwa's expression changed, "Mr. Feng must have been taken by them."
