Wang Zheng glanced at Shangguan Yunxiao's already unrecognizable corpse and then took a long, deep breath. Looking up at the sky, he could smell faint traces of blood and gunpowder in the breeze.,Wang Zheng lightly played with his sunglasses, then threw them onto Chu Zhaonan's desk and said, "Tyrannosaurus’ high-end custom-made sunglasses are indeed very good.",Many thanks to all those brothers and sisters who accompanied me along the way; naturally, there are too many names to list individually here. Every vote and every visit is acknowledged in the chapter notes at the back. Of course, special thanks go to my wife for her support without which this book wouldn't have reached its current level of success.。