Ding Huan had just stepped out of the conference room when he saw a gray-clothed man with a blank expression blocking his path.
This guy was not tall, and he looked quite frail.
Yet Ding Huan felt the man's strength was even stronger than Zhong Chi's, on par with Cang Beichun, whom he had killed.
Unexpectedly, such a powerful figure was hidden in this place, but what of it? Cang Beichun had been powerless before him nonetheless.
"Swish!" A long whip was seized in his grip.
The whip lashed out and locked the space around Ding Huan, but the lash did not curl towards him.
Clearly, this was someone with rich combat experience.
As long as Ding Huan's strength was comparable to his, or even a little stronger, he would be affected by the influence of the whip shadow—that was the power of momentum.
Others might not understand, but Ding Huan did.
Ding Huan didn't even bother to have Qi Xinyue and Qu Yi step aside; momentum could only affect those close in strength.
