"Rest assured, Master, that a mere Heavenly Net dares to provoke the Ten Thousand Demons of the Demon Prison, I see them as purely seeking death,"
Lady Demon sneered.
"Alright, have someone send over my chariot while you're at it,"
Chu Feng said before hanging up the phone.
Meanwhile, in a certain country in Europe, a skyscraper reaching into the clouds, with four hundred stories stood majestically.
It had become a symbolic landmark across the European continent.
This place was none other than the headquarters of the super corporation ranked among the top few in the world, the Mo Feng Group.
At this moment, in the CEO's office on the 399th floor of the Mo Feng Group building.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit, with neatly combed shiny hair, sat there.
With blond hair, he was a European, exuding an invisible aura of a high-ranking person.
He was none other than the Mo Feng Group's current chief, CEO and President Chris.
