In a villa on the outskirts of Shengjing, Zuo Lin tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, there was a smile of surprise hanging on his lips. His slightly slender but incomparably bright fingers stared at the constantly changing data on the screen thoughtfully as he mumbled to himself, "Qin Fen!? Interesting! These youngsters, who had interest first instilled into them since childhood actually chose to oppose their families for him. How interesting! I didn't expect Qin Fen to have such rare leadership and affection. If such a person is under my control, then in the future..."
"You... won't have a future."
The door was slowly pushed open as a chilling murderous intent so cold that it felt like the wind from the north pole had flooded the room. A young man, holding a scarlet lance, was standing in the dim-lit corridor! A nauseating smell of blood was wafting from the tip of the spear as bright red blood dripped down the ground along the tip of the spear.