Tao Zhenrong, forty-seven years old, president of the Senhai Miner Mutual Aid Society, B-class Battle Class.
It was said that this man, whom Meng Liangao greatly feared, had originally been a middle-level manager at a mining company. Due to infighting within the conglomerate, he had been exiled to work on Senhai Star in all but name.
Yet when the mining company withdrew, he had stayed behind and swiftly taken control of the Miner Mutual Aid Society.
His capabilities were undoubtedly formidable.
Information on Tao Zhenrong flashed through Wang Chen's mind, and then he kicked open the tightly shut door ahead of him.
This was the top floor of the building, Tao Zhenrong's private residence and office. The president of the mutual aid society normally issued his orders from within, holding sway over tens of thousands of fierce miners.
Bang!
As the heavy door was kicked open, bright light from inside instantly shone over Wang Chen.
Along with it came a rain of bullets!
The sudden attack was so ferocious that even an iron man standing in the doorway would have been blasted into scrap on the spot.
Yet Wang Chen raised a hand, and the barrage speeding toward him instantly froze. The dark-gold armor-piercing rounds seemed to have struck an invisible barrier, completely losing their momentum.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of bullets hung suspended before Wang Chen, packed so densely that the sight was breathtaking!
Such a strange, even eerie scene left every attacker staring wide-eyed, scarcely able to believe what they were seeing.
Wang Chen swept his gaze across the room and instantly took in the situation inside.
The room was enormous and spacious, lavishly furnished and decorated. A large crystal chandelier even hung from the ceiling, its brilliant light revealing every last detail throughout the