A tall and imposing figure stood against the light at the doorway, exuding an aura of chilling menace as if it had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
All the sounds in the office abruptly ceased.
Gu Yanshen's gaze bypassed everyone and was fixed directly on Liu Jian Country's face.
The door that had been kicked open still hung on the doorframe, swinging pitifully.
Wood chips and dust gently descended in the dim light.
Gu Yanshen stood in that interplay of light and shadow like a god of death emerging from hell.
The smugness and arrogance on Liu Jian Country's face were still frozen at the corners of his mouth, too late to be retracted.
His mouth parted, as if stuffed with a wad of rag in his throat, unable to utter a single word.
Gu Yanshen's gaze didn't linger on him for even a second.
Those eyes, fraught with blood and fire, pierced through the terrified crowd, bypassing the subservient security personnel, to land straight on Lin Wan Yi.
He moved.
