At that moment, a towering figure emerged from the hotel entrance, radiating an intimidating chill that made the surrounding onlookers recoil and clear a path.
Someone exclaimed in shock, "Huo Ju is here!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd turned to look at the solitary figure, standing like a ruler surveying his city.
With a dark expression, Huo Ju strode toward the shaking sedan, his deep icy eyes veiled with a bloodthirsty murderous intent.
He smoothly crossed the protective wall of bodyguards and, after a dozen or so steps, arrived at the car.
The lighting was dark, and those outside couldn't see the situation inside the car, but they could hear the voices of a man and a woman.
"Qiao King of Hell, you're crazy..."
"You maniac!"
"Stop it..."
"Qiao King of Hell, stop it..."
Huo Ju slightly furrowed his brow, stepped back a little, and suddenly raised his foot, forcefully kicking the car door.
"Bang—" A loud noise resounded, the force of the kick shaking the car several times.
