Even though the change in the glass wall was very sudden, Zhang Beixing was caught completely off guard, yet he still did not show any signs of panic.
In fact, in such a situation, the unexpected change made Zhang Beixing particularly rational. At this moment, he was watching the man behind the glass curtain wall with great calmness and composure.
This man should be wearing something like a lab coat, as it was a bit dragging on the floor because he was sitting on a chair. The man's sitting posture was also quite lax, sprawled languidly in the chair, with his legs crossed, looking at the imprisoned Jimmy with a face full of mockery, and Zhang Beixing who was standing in place.
Seeing Zhang Beixing looking at him, the man slouching in the chair gave a provocative smile.
"Zhang Beixing, Minister Zhang?"
Upon hearing the man call his name, Zhang Beixing carefully examined the arrogant European man's expression and actions.
