Standing under a gigantic plaque, Zheng Yi stopped in his tracks.
Staring at the words "Chairman's Office," a slight trace of surprise appeared on Zheng Yi's calm face. Then he walked up, kicked the door open, and stepped inside.
"I did not expect the Black God Group to have such boldness, having the resolve to perish together with the enemy and descend into hell."
In the spacious and grand chairman's office, a middle-aged man stood with his back to Zheng Yi, facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, as if admiring the doomsday scene.
As Zheng Yi's footsteps drew near, he slowly turned his swivel chair, revealing his true appearance: a handsome middle-aged man sitting upright in the boss's chair, his face overcast, staring intently at Zheng Yi without blinking.
Zheng Yi seemed oblivious to his gaze, swaggering over, seating himself on the opposite side of the large desk, then looked up and, in a calm voice, spoke.
