"You are Zhao Lin?"
In the courtyard, under a banyan tree, upon a large rock.
A bald man in a dark red robe sat there. He looked to be about forty years old and was of medium height, but his broad shoulders gave him a towering presence.
Seeing Zhao Lin enter, the bald man spoke first, not waiting for him to open his mouth.
His voice was deep, powerful, and full of vitality.
"This is Director Yang," Hu Xuancheng reminded him.
"Disciple Zhao Lin, greetings to Director Yang."
As Zhao Lin bowed, he quickly swept his gaze over Yang Lin's face.
Yang Lin had thick brows, round eyes, and a handlebar mustache with ends that curled upward, all of which was paired with a gleaming bald head.
He had an incredibly intimidating presence, like a master villain who had stepped right out of a scroll painting.
Zhao Lin had heard of Yang Lin's deeds and knew this man was no simple character.
