"Alexander, your good days are over!"
The newcomer was Zhang Beixing, his gaze piercing straight at Alexander.
An unprecedented aura burst forth from him.
It was an overwhelming presence, looking down upon the world.
Everyone present couldn't help but feel a pang of unrest.
Giovanni was so frightened his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.
"Zhang... Zhang Beixing? What are you doing here?"
He stammered, his voice trembling.
Zhang Beixing sneered, his gaze sweeping over Giovanni and landing on Alexander.
"Why would I be here?"
"Naturally, to confront the one who stabbed me in the back!"
Zhang Beixing's tone was icy and penetrating.
He stepped forward, each step echoing loudly.
As if he was stomping on Alexander's heart.
Alexander's face turned pale as he retreated repeatedly.
"Zhang Beixing, what... what do you want to do?"
He tried to appear calm, but his voice was already shaky.
"What can I do?"
Zhang Beixing laughed sinisterly, his eyes filled with derision.
