Meng Chao's figure kept flashing in Yun Feidian's eyes.
Yet not even Yun Feidian's eyelashes trembled by the slightest fraction.
Entirely at odds with his status as "the leading figure among Dragon City's second generation of God Realm Experts," Yun Feidian had always dressed with extreme simplicity.
Now middle-aged, he still looked much as he had in his youth: an unremarkable buzz cut, a clean-shaven face, a plaid shirt washed pale with age, cat-whiskered jeans, and gray suede running shoes.
The cuffs of his plaid shirt, the legs of his jeans, and the edges of his running shoes were all worn with age.
At first glance, he looked less like the helmsman of Thunder Cloud Technology, the most high-profile of the Nine Super Enterprises, than a rookie programmer who had just started work.
On one hand, this attire catered to current trends, displaying his approachability and distinctive character.
On the other hand, it also reflected Yun Feidian's towering pride. Looking across all of Dragon City, he did not believe many people were worthy of making him dress in a suit and treat them with reverence.
The only unusual thing about him was that his facial expressions often appeared somewhat stiff and slow.
It was said that this was a lingering aftereffect from overtraining in his youth, when he had nearly suffered a Cultivation Deviation.
It was nothing serious and did not affect his normal work, thinking, or cultivation.
It merely made him look somewhat like a robot with human skin stretched over its face.
Yun Feidian's nerves also seemed to have been forged from metal, like a robot's.
Even with the situation already this disastrous, he remained perfectly calm. He even instructed his subordinates to bring over an ottoman so he could rest his feet on it.
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