Lin Xian ignored him.
Turning around, he walked back to the front of Zhao Yingjun's statue, found a suitable distance and angle, and took a comprehensive look at the immense sculpture.
The magnificent statue in front of him was actually a bit taller than he had imagined.
By his estimation, it must be the highest point of the plaza, as well as the most conspicuous landmark.
The statue itself was erected on a platform several meters above the plaza's ground, which is why Lin Xian was able to throw that idiotic robot down just now.
Retreating a few more steps... almost to the railing at the edge of the platform, Lin Xian could finally see the full view of the statue.
The woman depicted in the statue looked to be around 40 years old, not young by any standard, yet still beautiful and valiant.
The proud earrings were still there, and the 40 years hadn't left too many traces on the lovely oval face of the ever-beautiful Zhao Yingjun...
