"I see it."
Xiao Shuai put down the binoculars and answered softly.
Unlike Xu Hao, he didn't lose his composure. Only his slightly twitching eyelid revealed the same inner shock.
Although that night outside the Noah Building, he had already witnessed the president's terrifying battle prowess, like a god descending to earth.
But witnessing such a scene that defies common sense again, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing.
After all, six months ago, he was still a low-level gangster on the streets, looked down upon by others.
Now he had made a stunning transformation, seemingly becoming a core member of a mysterious organization.
On a daily basis, what he heard and saw were either various bizarre extraordinary events or earth-shattering scenes like this one between immortals.
His worldview was thoroughly refreshed, gradually departing from the scope of ordinary people's understanding.
"Haozi, don't make a fuss."
