With Song Jian's current strength in the real world, he could be described as a one-man nation. His personal might was no less than that of a nuclear weapon, and in some ways, his power even surpassed that.
Guo Zhijun clearly understood this as well and left promptly. Song Jian stood by the window and could distinctly feel the many watching eyes around him, from the streets, the building across, even from the rooftop of the building he was in. This made Song Jian feel quite uncomfortable.
"Hmph!" Song Jian snorted coldly, the sound booming like thunder in the ears of all those who had been watching him, causing them to cover their ears and cry out in pain.
With a mere thought, all the surveillance equipment exploded into thin air, and only then did the uncomfortable sensation of being watched disappear.
