In the office, Zhao Longtu sat on the sofa, completely silent.
He gazed at Xue Jing who was flipping through documents in the office chair, and Cao Sini and Ning Yuantai who stood at his sides like guardians of the door, particularly casting extra glances at Cao Sini.
Even now, he was baffled. How could this person have possibly learned such an outrageously preposterous killing move.
It made absolutely no sense... it shattered his understanding of Martial Arts totally.
Zhao Longtu did not attempt to escape again. He knew in his heart that before the terrifying strength of this man named Xue Jing, if the other wanted him to stay, any struggle would be futile.
The gap in their martial prowess was absolute, far surpassing the chance of 'luckily outperforming due to various coincidences that may allow for a counter-kill' to the stage of 'definitely cannot win under any circumstance.'
