"Surrender, no killing."
Zhou Ping'an merely voiced his own philosophy.
It didn't matter to him whether the guards protecting the Governing Mansion were willing to comply.
Under the intense noon sunlight, a luminescent gleam flickered across his face, outshining even the sun.
Roger followed behind, carrying a laser gun he had picked up, not even bothering to hold it properly since he didn't expect that anyone would shoot at such a Nameless pawn as himself.
He also didn't believe that anyone could harm him while he was following the "Boss."
The elevator was out of power.
Clearly, the Governors and high-ranking officials upstairs were aware of his arrival.
Zhou Ping'an could even faintly hear the sounds of argument.
Some wanted to resist, others wanted to flee.
Some couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts and burst into tears.
Zhou Ping'an didn't care about these disturbances.
He just stepped onto the safety staircase and climbed up floor by floor.
