Upon seeing that they didn't take down Vice President at once, the watching New World powerhouses immediately went to other streets through the nearby alleys and collapsed houses and took a detour to the tower.
Vice President didn't focus on them. He continued staring at Chen Wen, Liu Chuan, and the others—who were approaching him.
Suddenly, he clenched his fists that lay on the armrests. His light-blue eyes instantly turned deep as if they had been tainted by black ink.
In the darkness, buildings appeared one after another. They were lit up with different numbers of lights like projections of the New World.
The projections gradually enlarged and froze on a brightly lit high-rise building.
Not far behind Vice President, the same building quietly stood. Yellow or pure white light was reflected from every floor and window.
Right on the heels of that, two lights in Vice President's eyes grew larger and larger, occupying every space in his eyes.
