4 hours later, the Presidential Suite at the Hilton hotel was in complete disarray.
Huo Yi rushed over immediately after getting off the airplane and this was the scene that greeted him.
The study was almost impossible to walk through, every breakable item in the room had been smashed to pieces, and in a corner of the room, a man with short, sharp hair was drenched in sweat, one hand covering his eyes, panting heavily as if he had just vented his anger.
With caution, Huo Yi approached him and called out, "Master Jue?"
The man slowly removed his hand from his eyes, and when Huo Yi saw those crimson falcon-like eyes, he was momentarily stunned.
He had seen Beijue angry before, but this was the first time he had seen him like this.
It was as if…
As if the world had collapsed, with only the last fragile thread of rationality holding on, and once that thread snapped…
Huo Yi didn't dare to think further.