C243 The Madness of a Real Madman

The vast Tacoma Desert lay silent, with only the sound of the wind rushing through. The yellow sand was swept up and then fell back down. During this time, the eye contact between the two men remained unbroken.

Yaotian's eyes were deep and dark, carrying a heavy sense of pressure. He didn't speak, but his presence created a palpable tension. Moo Bai, on the other hand, was no pushover