The Icy CEO's Ultimate Soldier King

In Binhai City, neon lights warped into blurry pools of color behind the veil of rain.

A silent massacre had just ended in the underground parking garage of the Allure International Building.

Lin Feng flicked the blood from his military dagger. Rainwater mixed with blood and ran down his sharply defined cheek. At his feet lay four foreign mercenaries in black combat gear, their equipment top-notch.

"The Blood Wolf Mercenary Group... bottom of the barrel." He muttered, his gaze as cold as a Siberian wind.

He took out an old Nokia phone and pressed its only speed-dial button.

"Old man, the mission's done. It's been cleaned up." His voice was utterly flat.