"I've already sent your thirty-nine good brothers to Hell. Now, you can join them on the road, so you'll have some company."
As the words fell, a fierce gust of wind rushed straight at Yang Lie's face!
Apprentice Death God trembled slightly in his heart, instantly realizing that the figure in the black robe had finally made a move on him.
Moreover, this blow was likely delivered with a blade.
Though not in great condition, Yang Lie had, after all, the foundation of an Apprentice Death God, and didn't lose his composure. He casually grabbed a metal table and propped it up in front of him...
Ka—!
The blade sliced through the table like butter, sparks flying everywhere...
"So sharp?!"
Yang Lie was shocked.
His conference hall was the core area of the Headquarters Building. To prevent enemy attacks, even the material of the tables and chairs had been replaced with bulletproof alloys, not as strong as those specialized for making weapons but still considered specialized steel.
