"Huo Family Head?"
Nan Yu looked toward the unfamiliar man in the wheelchair at the doorway.
A half-black mask concealed his right face, revealing pale and thin lips; his left face had a defined contour, his expression indifferent.
He carried an innate sharpness about him, daunting to all who looked his way.
His eyelids slightly lifted, and he gazed at Nan Yu, piercing through the thick crowd.
A powerful sense of oppression fell on her head, slowing her breathing.
The voice of Li Qingjia continued to reach her ears.
"This Huo Family Head is the ruler of the Huo Family. He rarely shows himself and does not attend any banquets, always remaining mysterious."
"Few have seen beneath his mask, but those who have say there's a vicious scar like that of a centipede under his right face—more terrifying than a ghost."
Nan Yu's gaze was indifferent as she met his eyes head-on.
The next second, the wheelchair moved toward them.