Get off the car. Close the door!
As he strode forward like a dragon and tiger, his Blood Qi churned. Though his face looked young, he carried an imposing, awe-inspiring might!
Over these past days, Chen Mo had personally sent several thousand people to their deaths.
His aura had long since taken shape. Although he usually kept it restrained, the aura that suddenly leaked out when he saw Wei Dahe gave Wei Dahe the sensation of a bloody stench washing over him. The hairs on his body rose involuntarily, and he nearly turned and ran.
But remembering that this was not a battlefield and that the visitor was the person they had arranged to meet, he steadied himself and asked tremblingly, "Are you Mr. Chen?"
"It's me," Chen Mo replied.
Phew!
Wei Dahe let out a long breath. He had not expected the visitor to possess such overwhelming might. He had spent years amid gunfire and had plenty of blood on his own hands, yet he was still pressured by this man's aura. There was really no one else like him.
It seemed that although this visitor was young, he was certainly an extraordinary individual. Otherwise, he could not possess such might.
Of course, it was not as though Wei Dahe had never encountered extraordinary individuals before. Yet he had never felt that any of those people possessed the aura of the youngster before him.
This sort of aura truly could not be described in words; it was simply a feeling. It was especially obvious to fellows like them, who had spent their lives in the military.
Wei Dahe even had an answer in his heart: this man must have taken countless lives. Otherwise, he could not possess such an aura.
Yet he rejected that thought as well. In the