"The people tortured by those Managers in Infinite City!"
As soon as Feng Xue saw the man seated in the wheelchair, this thought surfaced in her mind, and she immediately quenched the idea of negotiating with him.
Just by looking at him, one could tell what sort of treatment he had endured—unless he was an extreme left-winger, there was absolutely no chance of negotiation.
But if he were an extreme left-winger, he wouldn't have that look in his eyes, nor would he appear in a place like this.
Feng Xue took a deep breath, casting aside any stroke of luck from her mind. The situation hadn't deteriorated to the extreme after all. The middle-aged man beside her seemed to hold a status not inferior to the wheelchair-bound man, and even appeared considerably stronger by comparison.
If you were to ask why, it was because the bodyguards were following him, not the wheelchair-bound man who seemed to be more in need of protection.
