Despite seeing that a team of Black-Crystal Armored Soldiers had dashed in and were pointing their electromagnetic rifles at him, there was not a hint of anxiety reflected on Fang Xingjian's face.
His powerful martial will, which was also his powerful sword intent, allowed him to accurately grasp the surrounding situation.
In the entire meeting room, only three people could get his slightest attention.
One of them was naturally his second uncle, Fang Yuehe.
