Looking up at his eyes with a slight upward gaze.
Instead of saluting, he took off his gloves and extended his right hand.
He adopted a businesslike expression: "This must be Liu Kai, the consultant from Good Luck. Hello, I am Ouyang Wenlian."
Although I was annoyed, I couldn't lose my composure.
Liu Kai responded with a faint smile, and also took off his gloves to hold Ouyang Wenlian's right hand.
"Hello, Mr. Ouyang."
The moment their palms touched, Liu Kai suddenly felt the other person increase the strength of their grip.
At the same time, a subtle smile appeared beneath that businesslike expression.
Liu Kai raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Oh ho, brother, you've got some nerve. You want to go head-to-head with me, Liu Kai? Do you have the guts?"
So he remained outwardly calm, but slightly increased the force in his hand.
Liu Kai's strength was terrifying; even a slight exertion was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Ouyang Wenlian's smile froze.
At first, I felt like I was holding a piece of iron that wouldn't deform at all.
Before he could react, the "iron plate" began to squeeze his right hand from the opposite direction.
It was like an iron clamp, no matter how he tried to pull away, it wouldn't budge.
A sharp pain, like bones being squeezed, made his lips twitch, causing his beard to tremble slightly.
Without a doubt, he was utterly defeated in the first wave of clashes between men.
Liu Kai did not make things difficult for him.
After a standard two-second handshake, the person releases their hand.
Ouyang Wenlian suppressed his discomfort, put his hands behind his back, and quietly moved his fingers.
Only then did he speak softly: "I have long admired Consultant Liu's name. Meeting you today, it seems that Consultant Liu's success is not entirely due to good fortune."
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