At the sound of the familiar voice, Zhou Baiwei's pupils constricted. She whipped her head around to look at the doorway.
And there he was. A tall, almost god-like figure had appeared at the entrance to the training room, though she had no idea when.
"Sir!"
An expression of pure delight instantly broke out across Zhou Baiwei's face. Her eyes curved into crescents in a look of absolute elation, a far cry from the cold, ruthless demoness who, just moments ago, had single-handedly beaten down over twenty trainees with an intimidating aura of Evil Qi.
If any of the trainees or the staff from the Modu Special Security Bureau had seen Minister Zhou wearing such a girlish expression, they would likely have been scared out of their wits.
'Oh no!'
Suddenly, Zhou Baiwei seemed to remember something, and the color drained from her face.
