Swipe.
The elevator doors slid open slowly to the sides.
Zheng Hongxin emerged from the elevator, leaning on a cane and wearing a sullen expression.
Chen Jiandong, Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, Zhao Lei, and other senior officials followed closely behind.
Fang Cheng walked at the very back of the group, casually placing his hands in his pant pockets, his gaze calmly sweeping over the devastated lobby.
Upon seeing the severely injured patrol officers strewn across the floor and the corpse covered in blood, Zheng Hongxin's fingers tightened sharply around his cane.
Several bluish-black scales faintly appeared on the back of his hand, an uncontrollable surge of the Deep Sea Mutant's frenzied aura escaping.
"What a grand display from the two of you."
Zheng Hongxin stomped his cane heavily on the floor, his murky eyes fixed intently on the two Japanese opposite him:
