The Show Begins

The three women's gazes flickered despite themselves as they looked at Wang Sheng and Dongfang Jinghan.

The man had glossy black hair that fell straight down, sharp brows slanting like swords, long narrow black eyes that held a keen edge, thin lips pressed lightly together, a sharply defined face, and a tall, lean build that was not the least bit crude. He was like an eagle in the night, cold, proud, aloof, yet overbearing, standing alone and radiating a domineering air that looked down upon the world.

The woman had a cold, stunning face and an arrogant air. Her ink-black hair fell to her waist, and a few loose strands over her forehead covered a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes. Though her eyes were filled with indifference, it did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. Anyone who saw her would feel a bone-chilling cold, yet find themselves unable to tear their gaze away as if their soul had been stolen.

Her long, slightly upturned lashes looked as though a butterfly had alighted upon them, her nose bridge, neither too high nor too prominent, was just right, and her soft pink little mouth was like a freshly picked rose petal, though at this moment she had pressed it tightly shut.

The three women could not help praising inwardly in unison: what an extraordinary man, and what a cold beauty who made others feel ashamed of their own inferiority.

The three of them had always been proud of their own looks before, but only today did they understand that there was always someone better beyond oneself!

At that moment, movement stirred on the street, instantly drawing the attention of the three women, Wang Sheng, and Dongfang Jinghan.

They saw two men and two women facing one another on the street.

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