Chapter 902 So You Think I’m Nothing

• Zhongli Hen had been born with severe deformities—short limbs, a big head on a short body. Put him next to Eric Goodwell, with his otherworldly poise and striking looks, and the contrast was brutal. Standing side by side, they looked so mismatched it made people’s skin crawl.
• But the moment Zhongli Hen spoke, the air seemed to drop three or four degrees. His presence hit like eagle talons. In terms of raw aura, the man did not disappoint.
• Liao Tiansheng chimed in, voice cold and snide. “Kid, I don’t care where you crawled out from.”