A man stood by the window.

　　His lonely and straight back was like an eagle in the night.

　　The lean upper body, like Michelangelo's David's, was muscular and muscular;

　　The beauty of men's power was vividly demonstrated.

　　His hawk-like eyes were almost completely devoured by hatred.

　　Feng Xinglang was awoken by a nightmare.

　　This nightmare had been bothering him for three whole months:

　　Flames shot up into the sky, mixed with the sound of gla.s.s breaking as it could no longer endure the height;

　　There was a pungent smell of burnt meat in the air. There were wood products, plastic cables, and even human beings!

　　Someone had to stay behind and manually open the escape door.

　　"Peng, quickly take Xinglang away! Don't worry about me. If you don't leave, all three of us will die here!"

　　"Xinglang, remember my words: If you're alive, I will be alive!"

　　It had been three months, but everything was still fresh in his mind.

　　Feng Xinglang, a man who controlled most of the economic lifeline of the Shen City;

　　However, endless money and power could not buy back his brother Feng Lixin's health!

　　The man slowly closed his hateful eyes, cutting off the hatred from the noisy world. At the same time, he once again branded the nightmare back into the depths of his soul.