Shangjing City.
Donghua District, Squad A Headquarters.
"Heh, I admit Wang Ye is strong, but there's no way he's coming back alive, so..."
"I advise you to know your place and give up this squad slot."
"With the few of you pathetic misfits, you can't possibly support a squad."
Su Wenqian looked down at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian, a gentle smile on his face as he spoke calmly.
King Kong's terrifying body radiated pressure, his bell-like eyes fixed on everyone.
Zhou Han sat in a corner, playing on her phone and swinging her sexy long legs as though she saw none of it.
Li Hongtian, meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Qiang looked at Su Wenqian, clenching his fists, but he fell silent without saying a word.
He knew that, on his own, he had no right to speak with Su Wenqian, even though he had already undergone a second Awakening.
But Su Wenqian was the Action Department Minister's son.
"No, Wang Ye isn't dead."
Liu Qian, who had been standing silently in the corner with a slightly pale face, suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Wenqian with resolute eyes.
The smile on Su Wenqian's face gradually vanished, and his expression darkened. "Bitch!"
"What, did Wang Ye sleep with you?"
"Or do you think of yourself as Wang Ye's woman?"
"Is there any place for you to speak here?"
As he spoke, a trace of viciousness flashed through Su Wenqian's eyes. He slapped Liu Qian across the face. "In my eyes, you're nothing but trash."
"Who gave you the right to talk to me?"
Wang Qiang's expression changed. He instinctively stepped forward and stood in front of Liu Qian.
He said nothing, merely staring silently at Su Wenqian as a faint glow surfaced over his body.