Standing there, Black Shark's gaze was so icy that it lacked a hint of warmth as it swept over everyone. When it passed over Jing Youlan and a few others, it paused for a mere two seconds.
A glint flashed in the depths of his eyes before quickly shifting away.
Jing Youlan raised an eyebrow; Why did he get the feeling that things weren't quite so straightforward?
It felt as if someone had their sights set on him, but when you looked at the three standing rigidly in military posture ahead, they frankly weren't returning the gaze. Yet it still felt irritating.
It wasn't just Jing Youlan who felt this way, Ji Shubai and his group all felt the same, as if they were fish on a chopping board, a truly uncomfortable sensation; especially since they were the fish.
It must be said, old ginger is hotter than fresh; even though they were leaders in their respective units, in the eyes of Ying Sun, sorry, they were nothing.