Xiongjing, Demon City Army Headquarters.
Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong stood in front of the Commander-in-Chief's office, knocked on the door, and entered.
"Commander." The two saluted Huang Xuan Pavilion inside.
Huang Xuan Pavilion was about forty to fifty years old, appearing scholarly with a single strand of white hair, the rest shiny black.
His nose in profile was as straight as a blade, his eyes reflecting the light from the demonized screen.
He continuously processed information, speaking casually: "Sit, speak."
As the number one of the Demon City Army and one of the eleven highest-ranking members of the National Mansion, he had to handle a massive amount of important affairs every day.
Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong had used tremendous effort to arrange a time to return to Xiongjing from Rucheng.
"We came here for Zhou Leng."
"Hmm? How is his injury?"
