Jiangcheng City, Longwan No. 1 Villa area.
The night was like ink, giving this luxurious manor standing on the mountainside a layer of coldness.
In the living room, the crystal chandelier reflects a bright but cold light, illuminating the obsidian floor that can detect light.
Qin Lie was kneeling on the ground, the rag in his hand soaked in ice water, and he was meticulously wiping every inch of the ground.
The water droplets slid down his strong jawline and dripped into the bucket in front of him, causing ripples in circles.
His movements were calm and mechanical, like a sculpture without emotion. Only his deep eyes occasionally flashed an edge that was incompatible with this humble scene, as sharp as an eagle.
Three years ago, he was the mercenary king codenamed "Netherworld" on the battlefield in the Middle East, leading the top team to harvest lives in the hail of bullets.
