Zhao Zigao saw that the little security guard he had mocked had transformed into someone he looked up to in admiration.
With a disdainful glance, Wang Hao gave Zhao Zigao a look before turning toward the lectern that had been specially constructed for him.
The platform was very high, about level with the second story of a building, with stairs leading up to it at the side, covered in brand new red carpet, reminiscent of the stairways to heaven in ancient courts.
Wang Hao looked up at the sky, glancing at the sun that hung high, its crimson rays slightly dazzling, but he did not avert his gaze.
This was a conversation between two kings, the sun being the center of the universe, and Wang Hao standing in the midst of a crowd, the focus of everyone's attention.
The hundreds of cool beauties dressed in sailor uniforms stared at Wang Hao with faces full of little stars, their mouths forming "O" shapes, eyes locked onto that slender figure, not daring to look away for even a second.
