C222 Ask Him How He Wants to Die

Five minutes later, a man in his forties entered Bai Keren's office. With a square jaw, dressed in a sharp suit, and sporting gold-rimmed glasses, he had the look of a refined gentleman. But a closer inspection revealed a predatory glint in his swollen, lust-filled eyes and a nose sharp as a silver hook—hardly the image of a virtuous man.

"Are you the renowned Bai Keren?" he asked, his uneven