"Uncle, what do you think of this house? If you're not satisfied, I can go look for another."
Winston Lowell didn't even dare breathe too loudly in front of Feng Ye; his legs still felt a bit like jelly. After starting to work for Adrian Hawthorne, he had traveled all over and seen a fair bit of the world, yet Feng Ye's presence was simply too overwhelming. A single glance from the man made Winston's heart tremble, drenching his back in a cold sweat.
Winston Lowell would later learn that Feng Ye's powerful presence was the legendary "killing aura," something only possessed by those who had truly drawn blood.
Even without knowing this, Winston Lowell didn't dare underestimate Feng Ye. He waited in fearful silence, not daring to let his eyes wander. Adrian Hawthorne had instructed him to serve Feng Ye with the utmost respect, and now, Winston Lowell finally understood why his boss had given such an order.
'How could he dare be anything but respectful to a man like this?'
