Tian Zheng
In a dark room somewhere, three people stood facing each other in a triangle.
On the left was Dai Zhi. He looked like his usual picture-perfect handsome and gentle self, just like any ordinary young master. His expression was kind of cold at the moment and it was clear he did not want to be here.
In the middle was a bald teenager in a gold robe, smiling wide like a child that was invited to a birthday party last minute. If Hao Xuan was here he would recognize him instantly, this was the same guy that stopped Stasa at the ball earlier.
On the right side was a tall and muscular man. He had short black hair that were standing straight up, a high nose bridge and dark eyes. He was wearing a jacket without a shirt underneath, exposing his well-built abs that seemed to be chiseled out of marble. He wasn't as handsome as Dai Zhi but still very good looking, more in the conventional sense than anything else.
With a nonchalant smile on his face, he was looking right at Dai Zhi.