In the final report from Team One on the search and casualties, Ji Weihua found Yao Zheng. He appeared very fearful, yet his expression still conveyed his dignity with an air of fearlessness. Looking at Yao Zheng like this, Ji Weihua didn't know what mindset to adopt to describe his current complex feelings of both pleasure and guilt.
Yao Zheng's hair was still dripping, the fresh scent from his recent shower lingering in the air. His vacant gaze was fixed on the Hengfei Mansion across from him, and with each breath, he could smell a scent of disdain.
He held half a cigarette between his fingers. The fine tobacco ash hung on the end, ready to fall onto the expensive carpet at any moment — not enough to burn a hole, but certainly capable of dirtying its patterns and turning the expensive into the cheap.
