Dali Building, the President's office on the 66th floor, was tightly shut at this moment, guarded by two burly bodyguards at the door, disallowing anyone to disturb the occupants. Inside the office, there were only two people, but the atmosphere was chilling to the extreme, so cold that it struck fear into one's heart as if covered in a dense fog of gloom.
Looking at Zhou Tao, who lay motionless on the couch, Zhou Hequan's expression was incredibly grim and piercing, his gaze deep and flickering with a frightening sharpness. His face alternated between purplish and pale, indeed presenting quite a spectacle.
If someone else had been there, they would certainly have been terrified by the powerful murderous aura exuding from Zhou Hequan, who at that moment resembled the Great Demon King returned from the Demon Domain. Whether it was a glance or a frown, his presence felt oppressively cold and reeked of bloodlust.
