"Want to leave? Come back...ah."

The curses soon turned into obstruction.

Yue Hua Ren did not stop.

She walked out of the conference room and slammed the door.

Isolating the curses and screams in another world.

Li Xiaofei was left alone inside.

The wind is blowing and it's slightly cool.

Yue Hua Ren let her black hair brush past her earlobe and slowly walked to the open-air corridor outside the door.

She gently held onto the metal railing with both hands.

Looking into the distance.

It's late autumn.

The streets of Urawa City are deeply desolate.

The withered yellow leaves, entangled by the autumn wind, finally couldn't help but leave their fingers and fell to the ground involuntarily.

Yue Hua Ren seemed to have seen the future of the empire.

Winter is coming.

Chinese people are still immersed in the dream of a great power with the rise of new weapons.

Just like in the conference room behind you, those tribesmen who are used to controlling the fate of others are so fragile and vulnerable in front of the strong man who really controls their fate.

It only takes five or six minutes.

The door to the conference room behind him opened.

Li Xiaofei walked out of it.

He looked as if he had just gone to the toilet and felt refreshed. He was holding a white handkerchief and gently wiping his hands.

"Done."
Chapter completed!