Hundreds of billions in capital; more than a trillion in associated losses; sole authority, the final say; the first-mover advantage enough to sway the situation throughout the Federation, inside and outside; the credibility and influence cultivated over decades... and even that incomparably glorious, dazzling future.
Overnight, it had all vanished into thin air.
The endless pain and profound humiliation of falling from the peak into the abyss—the blood-deep hatred etched into his bones!
Now, watching Ji Jue stand beneath the spotlight and boast so grandly, wearing that shameless expression, Zhu Lu's eyes had gone completely bloodshot. To reclaim the advantage he had lost, to take back the dignity that had been trampled upon, or even if it was merely to exact revenge for everything that had happened to him... from the instant he received Lord Han's permission, he had imagined the scene before his eyes countless times.
Revel to your heart's content. Enjoy what little good time you have left!
From this day onward, there would be only an eternal abyss!
Crack!
He crushed the glass bead in his hand and sent the order to New Spring.
Like lighting the fuse of a bomb.
Waiting to see all this brilliance and splendor swallowed by hell...
Inside a packed coffee shop in the Technology Expo grounds, Huang Ming lowered his head in silence, stirring the ice in his cup. Beneath his sunglasses, his eyes quietly rolled back.
His consciousness instantly broke free of the shackles of his body and followed the connection of the Seed of Mind into the venue.
"Excuse me, coming through, coming through. Thank you, thank you..."
At the press conference, a spectator in the back row bent over and squeezed out through the densely packed seats, stepping down the aisle with a smile as he headed toward