Qin Heng slowly approached the grand entrance of the Purple Imperial Court.
Following behind him, Chen Qingzhu whispered, "Mr. Qin, this security door was made by America's top anti-theft company for the Chens and costs tens of millions of US dollars. Not even a standard rocket can penetrate it. Should we first think of a way..."
BOOM!
Suddenly, Qin Heng threw a punch. The air exploded on impact as if a thermobaric bomb had detonated right there, concentrating an incomparable and fearsome surge of force that slammed forward!
CLANG!
The sound of metal colliding rang out. Under Qin Heng's punch, this so-called strongest security door was like a mere sheet of paper, effortlessly punched through and torn apart!
"What strongest security door? It's like papier-mâché, rubbish." Qin Heng shook his head and said indifferently, "Qingzhu, when you follow me in the future, you must elevate your vision and not be shocked by every piece of trash you see."
