Just like Jiang Yun and Xu Kuan, their mouths may not speak, but their eyes show the same concern.
"What to do?"
Fang Cheng's eyelids lifted slightly, and sparks seemed to flicker in his gaze:
"Of course, we must retaliate in kind. In this world, whoever dares to offend the Illuminati must pay the corresponding price."
His calm tone carried a suffocating authority.
For a moment, everyone felt the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rise.
As if they were near a burning furnace, even their breaths felt scorching.
Xu Kuan held Jiang Yun's hand, appearing somewhat nervous.
Fine sweat seeped from Jiang Yun's forehead, and in her Spirit perception, the Chairman was surrounded by a glaring crimson aura.
It was a metaphorical manifestation of murderous intent and violence.
In the corner against the wall, Bean's shoulders trembled slightly.
The little mouse curled up in her sleeve, emitting rapid "squeak" sounds, seemingly sensing some kind of deadly danger.
