Bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the spotless tiles. Dressed in a suit, Lin Qiye stood before a massive full-length mirror, carefully tightening the black tie around his neck.
They had bought this suit at a mall in Gusu City. Though it was not outrageously expensive, it was still quite costly. Mainly because they would be attending such an important banquet, and wearing suits that were too cheap would only embarrass Baili Pangpang.
They were the future Fifth Special Squad, after all. If they dressed like beggars, how were they supposed to make a name for themselves later?
Besides, Boss Pang was footing the bill, so Lin Qiye did not feel the slightest bit sorry.
It had to be said that suits really did give you what you paid for. Though the crisp suit before him was expensive, it possessed a sense of refinement that cheap suits simply could not match. The richly textured fabric fit Lin Qiye perfectly, outlining his strong, well-proportioned physique and blending elegance with power.
The jet-black collar and snow-white shirt beneath it perfectly complemented Lin Qiye's handsome features. His star-bright eyes quietly gazed at his reflection, satisfaction appearing in them.
Cao Yuan, also dressed in a suit, walked past behind him. Seeing the outrageously handsome Lin Qiye in the mirror, his expression fell somewhat.
"Why do you look like a celebrity in a suit, while I look like a civilized terrorist?"
Lin Qiye turned to look at him. Cao Yuan wore a suit much like his own, his tie fastened with meticulous precision. Yet for some reason, Cao Yuan's uniquely fierce and unruly aura still hit people head-on. If he had to describe it in four words, it would be: "suited thug."
"Maybe it's a face problem," Lin Qiye answered seriously, pointing