After slashing through the airplane with one sword.
The Wind Thunder Sword did not rest.
Instead, it continued to drink blood.
Young master of the Zhu Family, Zhu Kun.
At this moment, he was with a group of top officials from Mingzhu City, chatting and laughing in a picturesque farmhouse, discussing national affairs.
A group of young women in traditional qipao were serving tea and water by the side.
These people had not yet received the news of Ye Qingfeng's return as the God of Kill.
"Mr. Zhu, after today, the Zhu Family is bound to rise another level!"
Several directors flattered even more respectfully.
"Deputy Director, you guys never remember..."
Zhu Kun laughed heartily.
To him, after today, gaining promotion to Director was almost a certainty.
"Young Zhu, I have high hopes for you, the future is limitless!"
An elderly man also patted Zhu Kun's shoulder.
His presence clearly showed he was someone who had been in a high position for a long time.
