He moved like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep. With every flash of his blade, he reaped the lives of the rebel soldiers as if mowing grass.
The video froze on the man's back as he turned to leave. The image was blurry, but the sheer force of his domineering aura radiated through the screen, startling everyone in the room.
The video had been replayed dozens of times.
Finally, a large hand switched off the projector. The tall man who it belonged to then scanned the room.
"So, what's our next move?"
"I never would have guessed Wu Liangchen would be on that train. That Alina is one lucky woman," someone sighed.
Despite the blurry footage, they had quickly identified the man through technical analysis.
It was inevitable, really. Wu Liangchen had been making quite a name for himself in Qing Province lately.
Practically everyone knew about this powerful outsider who had single-handedly annihilated a century-old aristocratic family.
