The men hadn't had time to react before they were sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily against the wall, spitting blood, their fate unknown.
Feng Jincai remained standing in place, his expression composed.
This was the top floor of the Noah Building, where many officials were present in the conference hall, and the corridors were lined with well-equipped guards, with Minister Luo arriving soon.
In his view, Ma Biao's actions were no more than a last-ditch struggle, a dying gasp.
"Seeking death!"
Zhuo Feng's eyes flashed with a chill, and his originally sharp eyes suddenly burst forth with a blinding silver light.
Two intense beams shot from his pupils, hissing through the air, aiming straight for Ma Biao's chest.
Where they passed, the temperature soared dramatically, even distorting the air.
However, Ma Biao's seemingly bulky body moved with surprising agility.
He sidestepped with a Slip Step, barely avoiding the beam attack.
