Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Zhiren watched, wide-eyed, as the Bright Society councilor from the urban circle had his head casually cut off like a powerless insect, blood spurting out wildly. He couldn't help but feel a sense of terror.
"It's over!"
That was the voice echoing in his mind.
"No, I can't die!"
Perhaps it was the strength that emerges in life-or-death situations that caused Zhang Zhiren to reflexively press a hidden button on the side of the sofa in an instant.
After all, he had mastered the seventieth edition Practice Method and a Combat Skill; his Speed was also extremely fast.
Ever since he started down this path, he had always been prepared to escape at any moment.
"Whoosh!"
As the floor beneath the sofa instantly flipped over, Zhang Zhiren immediately fell into the mechanism passage below the sofa, and the metal plate automatically slid closed. The gallery's sofa disappeared in an instant, leaving only a smooth metal floor.