Mei Wei was trying to listen to their conversation.
Aman was still kneeling. The man grabbed Aman's shoulders and helped him stand up. Then the man snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the surroundings went silent.
Even though Mei Wei could see the strange man's lips moving, he couldn't hear anything. He felt that it was very strange.
Mei Wei couldn't hear anything, so he thought about just seeing what was happening here.
The night was inching toward a full moon, casting a silver glow that lit up the surroundings with quiet clarity.
Under that moonlight stood a man whose presence was impossible to ignore. He looked to be in his late twenties but carried himself with a confidence and power far beyond his years. Towering and broad-shouldered, his body was a masterpiece of strength—each muscle perfectly defined beneath a tailored black suit that added an air of regal authority.
