Wen Zao, fearless of so many sniper rifles aimed at him, continued walking steadily towards the stage, as unshakeable as Mount Tai.
A lock of hair fell by her ear, cut by a diamond clip. Alina's back went cold as she realized that if Wen Zao's hand had been off by a centimeter, it wouldn't be her hair cut but her throat!
Alina shivered slightly, but the thought that the master might be watching every move from some corner made her straighten her back firmly and pretend to be unafraid.
"Young Master Wen, what a grand gesture, truly fitting for the heir of Hawk Power... But this girl blew up my arsenal, and to think that a mere two billion US Dollars could take her away, Young Master Wen, you're being somewhat naïve."
Wen Zao gave Alina a cold sidelong glance, his thin lips barely moving: "In that case, I'll add the lives of everyone here!"
