The deafening crash from Sun Xiaojian's office shook the entire floor. Those who did not know what was happening thought they were under attack, summoned their weapons, and charged out of their offices.
Only when they gathered in the corridor did they see, to their astonishment, Sun Xiaojian being held in midair by his head.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Fierce wind poured in, and the entire corridor fell silent.
Who was Sun Xiaojian?
He was, after all, a junior official of some standing in logistics, a strong contender for the top position in the future.
Yet now someone had beaten him like a dog, leaving him utterly unable to fight back?!
"Director Sun!"
"Stop!"
Several members of the Logistics Department who were on good terms with Sun Xiaojian stepped forward. Seemingly eager to prove their loyalty, they shouted angrily on the spot.
"This is Demon Martial! You can't run wild here!"
"You dare attack a Demon Martial official without cause? Which class are you in?"
"Put Director Sun down right now, then squat over there with your hands on your head!"
Lin Shuguang ignored their furious shouts, holding Sun Xiaojian with an expressionless face.
Sun Xiaojian was drenched in blood, his eyes half-open in exhaustion. Hearing the others' angry rebukes, he forced a vicious grin and turned his head, wanting to see Lin Shuguang's panicked expression.
Instead, he heard Lin Shuguang say indifferently, "So this is what you're relying on?"
Sun Xiaojian froze.
Before those members of the Logistics Department could charge in-
Yan Kai suddenly arrived.
He stood in front of Lin Shuguang and stared expressionlessly at them!
A pitch-black greatsword hovered before him, its cold gleam trembling fiercely.
A gale suddenly swept outward, cowing everyone present!
"Do you want to die?"
The Logistics Department members charging forward stopped dead,