What, did he just call me... old man?Feng's brow furrowed as he averted his gaze, his jaw tightening.He was just eighty-three years old. Yet stronger than his grandmother had ever been at sixty-nine, stronger than most men half his age. The muscles beneath his tailored suit still rippled with power when he moved, his reflexes still sharp, his mind still ruthless.So how exactly was he old? Because he wasn't ready to hurt him yet, he thought he was an old man who only talked? This boy didn't know him!Feng's eyes darted back to meet Edward's. He wanted to make him feel threatened, intimidated... in fact, anything that would make him never dare speak to him like that again.But the eyes he met made his heart hammer.Edward's gaze had gone cold. His chin was lifted, his posture rigid. If not for those eyes, those sharp, white eyes, Feng would have mistaken him for a marble statue propped against the marble walls of the elevator lobby.The young man's suit jacket hung carelessly over on

Somewhere close to Zhenyu Hospital, a man stood beside his car, his eyes piercing into the hospital building. His red eyes were hidden beneath dark sunglasses. He hissed, pulled out a cigarette, lit the tip, and drew smoke deep into his lungs.He inhaled for a few moments, savoring the sweet sensation that flooded his chest before exhaling like he was gasping for breath, as if the cigarette had just given him the ability to breathe.He wants to replace him? After everything he had done? After all these years?He had been there when that man was still struggling to set up his company. He was there, he had watched men rise and fall, and there had never been a single day he thought of betraying him.That man was his college friend. They had both dropped out of school when their parents died suddenly. They stayed together like brothers. He helped him. And now, because he chose to be the one doing his dirty work while that man grew wealthy, he thought he was above him?Whatever that man