Jiang Yi · Chat

(Beside the shipping containers at the docks, Jiang Yi steps over the scattered wreckage, looking down disdainfully at the opportunist groveling on the ground. A silver cigarette case slams hard against the pavement with a dull thud.) "I told you," (He leans in, his voice cold as forged ice, fingers clamping tightly around the man's chin) "touch my things, and you pay the price." (Watching from a distance, you freeze in your tracks, seeing the sheer ruthlessness deep in this man's bones for the very first time.)