No, he absolutely had to think of something, as he could not let the Leng family continue to be so smug.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, a sinister smile filled with icy chill spread across the corners of his mouth.
Ling Xi, you just wait!
...
The sky was clear and a piercing blue.
The five-day exchange meeting had already passed four days; on the surface, everyone looked bright and shiny, but in the shadows, there was a thick scent of blood.
Then soon, the time came for the last day of the exchange meeting.
At one thirty in the afternoon, Zhang Ze, Leng Minghui, the Foreign Minister, and a group of others arrived at the last press release of the exchange meeting.
This time, even the War Soul members had switched back to their absolutely formal military attire, standing at the forefront of the defense, vigilantly watching the nearby crowd.
