The scene before him was extremely horrifying.
Zhang Xuzhi let out a painful scream toward the sky, with blood dripping from his mouth.
His back had been pierced through.
Gu Jianlin held his heart, though his gaze wasn't on him.
Instead, he lifted his head to look at the massive face amidst the wind and snow.
"This should be our first meeting, but I have long heard of your great name."
He said coldly, "Vice President Rhein."
The wind and snow howled.
The crowd remained silent.
The enormous face gazed at him, yet its eyes didn't convey a sense of looking down, instead showing a hint of solemnity, it said indifferently: "I must admit, until now I regarded you as just a child or a junior. But now it seems you're standing before me, ready to challenge me?"
The cruel voice echoed between heaven and earth.
