"Boom!"
A deafening explosion echoed through Dong Aiguo's military district. Zooming in, the view revealed the entrance where the square pavement was littered with the bodies of twenty or thirty men. Aside from a few individuals foaming at the mouth and passed out cold, the rest shared a similar condition—eyes rolled back, unconscious.
Amid the scattered bodies stood a man with his arms crossed, exuding an unsettling aura. A cold glint shimmered in his gaze, sending chills down anyone's spine.
"Bring Dong Aiguo out immediately! I won't repeat myself. Consider this me showing mercy—next time, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The man was none other than Hao Jian. His gaze locked onto Wei Long, and an even stronger energy surged from his body, concentrating into a singular beam that seemed to drill straight into Wei Long's forehead.
"Drip... drip!"
