Administrative building, sixth floor.
A Death Fighter with a face full of stubble pushed open the heavy conference hall doors, hurrying toward the emergency exit.
As he reached the corner of the T-shaped corridor, his steps paused.
"Who are you?"
While speaking, the stubble-faced man's right hand had already slipped into his pocket.
"A name is just a code. As the saying goes, Shang Yang knows a horse's strength, Bi Gan sees a person's heart..."
Lv Bai drew the Eight-sided Han Sword and smiled kindly, "If you get the chance to spend more time with me, you'll know I'm a good person."
"Hehe, do you think I still have a chance?" The stubble-faced man seemed to unintentionally raise his voice.
Thud~
The stubble-faced man's head rolled onto the corridor floor, rolling over twice before stopping.
"Apparently not."
Lv Bai stepped over the stubble-faced man's body, leaving these words.
