The man appearing at the helicopter cabin door seemed like a deity.
The cruise lights cast from the helicopter and the spotlight from the program crew all lay prostrate at his feet, his face gathering authority, the exact image of the towering deity people could imagine.
Everyone noticed that the eyebrow on one side of his face was split into two parts, as if it had been gouged open by the claws of a wild beast.
But such a wound did not impact his appearance; instead, it added a beastly, arrogant unruliness to the man.
The host stood at the foot of the helicopter's stairs, not taking a step forward but retreating step by step under Long Xiliang's overwhelming presence.
He didn't make any movements or expressions; just standing there, an invisible aura came sweeping in, overwhelming everything.
Even the cameraman holding the camera retreated step by step without realizing it.
Ants dare not approach a king; it is an instinct.
