Lone Wolf

He Juan stared at himself in the full body mirror and almost could not recognize who it was. Clothes really do make the man, he mused.

The two-piece deep gray suits that hugged his body seemed to have been tailored just for him, highlighting his broad shoulders, chiseled chest before tapering down to his waist. The straight trousers made his legs look even longer. The whole set of apparels gave off a faint intimidating aura as if he was really a high-level executive in a multi billionaire company…

As he continued to stare at himself in the mirror, the faint nagging on the back of his mind grew stronger. He was certain he had never worn such a grandiose outfit before so… where did this sense of familiarity come from?

"How is it going, Mr. He— oh God!" Kang Guanyu popped his head into the tailoring room only to be bedazzled by the sight of He Juan in a suit. He covered his eyes and let out an exaggerated groan. "My eyes… thank you, Lord, my eyes have been blessed today!"