The bodyguard felt little pain; within a mere second after Wei Tianyang's fist punctured his abdomen, he instantly became annihilation.
Wei Tianyang was now disheveled, his upper body clothing had long been shredded into rags by rifle fire, and after activating his ability, his eyes developed four pupils, a horn curved out of his forehead, and his body turned dark due to steel transformation. At a glance, he looked monstrous.
He swaggered through the mansion's main door, where a red carpet unfurled beneath his feet, and the chandeliers on the ceiling shed a soft orange-yellow light. No matter the country, the President Mansion was always luxurious, whether in developed nations, those developing, or the impoverished.
His dull footsteps echoed through the hallway, as though a demon weighing over ten tons was roaming the building.
Wei Tianyang met no resistance. He knew, as did the opposition, that against him, mortal resistance was meaningless.
