A burly young man with short hair was sitting naturally in a large leather chair, crossing his legs, hands spread flat on the armrests, looking at Ren Zhong with an expressionless face.
His body language was natural and relaxed, although he was sitting, and the chair was quite low, he still exuded an imposing aura of looking down on others.
Ren Zhong was also looking at him.
The other party was young, high-ranked, and physically strong.
He had a broad face that looked straightforward, but his eyes lacked any warmth, disdainful of everything visible to the naked eye, including everything and everyone else in this office, as well as the entire Starfire Town.
He wore a gentle smile on his face, but Ren Zhong knew that he was just habitually feigning friendliness.
In his eyes, Ren Zhong was not considered human at all.
From his clothing and demeanor, Ren Zhong could not discern Yang Bingzhong's professional inclination, nor could he ascertain his professional level.
