The number one figure in the Demon Shield Bureau was an old white man, his hair slicked back meticulously, wearing a set of clothing with a medieval style. He looked like an ancient European noble.
He gave a light shout for everyone to return to their original positions, then looked at Xiao Zheng, his gaze icy, saying, "Evil God, your methods are formidable, actually killing your way here. I admit, I miscalculated a bit."
Xiao Zheng deeply understood the principle of beating a dog while it's down. At this time, he naturally wouldn't waste words with the number one figure of the Demon Shield Bureau. His eyes flashed coldly as his body shot forward, his fingers like a sword, pointing at the number one figure of the Demon Shield Bureau.
Sizzle!
A blast of Gang Qi shot out, directly targeting the number one figure's brow.
"Humph humph."
Facing the tyrannical assault of the Evil God, the number one figure of the Demon Shield Bureau chuckled without moving an inch.
Boom!
