Chu Hao snorted coldly. The air around him instantly chilled as a domineering aura, amplified by a burst of Inner Strength, made everyone present hold their breath.
What an imposing aura! Even the Overlord of old was no match.
"DING... Host displays imposing pretentiousness, gains 600 Pretentiousness Points."
Everyone held their breath, looking at Master Bu with pity in their eyes.
"Is there any use telling me this now?" Chu Hao asked coldly.
Master Bu was filled with despair. Kneeling and trembling on the ground, he felt he had been utterly screwed. How could Chu Hao be a director of the Ritian Group? He truly had hit the 'jackpot' of misfortune!
Chu Hao took out his phone and called Old Yuan from the Seventh District. The call connected quickly.
"What's the deal with the Ghost Gu Sect?"
