Zhang Beixing's series of actions were incredibly swift, so fast that the middle-aged man didn't have any time to react.
"Are you really a member of the organization's rear court?"
The term "rear court" was unfamiliar to Zhang Beixing until yesterday, but because of Shadow's presence, Zhang Beixing was very clear about what this so-called rear court represented.
"Of course I am. Is there a problem?"
The middle-aged man's face was full of anger. Zhang Beixing could doubt his strength, but absolutely could not doubt his identity.
Because being able to enter the rear court in the organization was a matter of pride, and the middle-aged man had become a pre-selection candidate for the rear court during his Grandmaster period, which had always been his capital of pride.
"Since you are a core member of the organization, why don't you know about my existence? Or rather, can't you figure out why your organization has always wanted to target me?"
