Main entrance.
The fierce sunlight appeared behind Zhang Beixing.
Zhang Beixing stood in the sunlight, backlit.
At this moment, his figure seemed so tall and upright, with a commanding presence and a dismissive gaze.
Although he was clearly standing on the ground floor, the guards were instead positioned on the steps, fully prepared.
In the end, it was Zhang Beixing who shifted the attack and defense balance, facing this force of a hundred defenders alone.
Only to hear Zhang Beixing speak with a light tone, full of disdain, calmly saying to these people.
"I know you are holding close to a hundred Martial Artists now, and several hundred ordinary people."
"I'm giving you three seconds to consider, put down your guns and surrender, or else you'll all die!"
Zhang Beixing's expression was indifferent, his voice light, yet the intimidation in his words was anything but weak.
Every word exploded like thunder in the ears of everyone present.
