No wonder looking down from above was so addictive.
Fu Qian savored the feeling of being above everyone else as the elevator slowly ascended, taking him all the way to the top floor.
The entire top floor of the White Tower was Bai Jinting's private domain, with his extravagantly luxurious office at its center.
But when Fu Qian stepped out of the elevator, he heard a constant racket inside, as if a group of gorillas were wrestling.
Fu Qian kicked open the already warped door. A sudden rush of wind followed, and a shadow shot out.
Fu Qian neither dodged nor hesitated. He struck first, kicking the shadow back inside.
A shrill scream rang out. A long white snake lay motionless on the ground.
Where its head should have been was the face of a conventionally beautiful, long-haired woman.
Its tail connected to a huge mass of coiled snakes, with more than a dozen heads protruding and writhing as they rampaged through the office.
The image of a beautiful snake-woman really challenged the imagination.
Judging from the clothes scattered across the floor, these were most likely Bai Jinting's secretaries.
The screaming had clearly caught the attention of the rampaging mass of snakes. They all stopped at once, turning more than a dozen human faces toward him.
The next moment, more than a dozen snake heads lunged at him in unison.
Fu Qian showed no mercy. One Air Bullet blasted them away, and then he surveyed the surroundings.
Bai Jinting's office was spacious and luxurious, but the snake mass had clearly been rampaging for a while. It looked as if a level-twelve tornado had swept through: desks overturned, chairs toppled, everything in ruins.
The most striking thing was the black stone screen standing in the middle of the room.
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