Chapter 192 The Rival's Abilities

• Night fell, and the biting north wind rose.
• A man leaned against a black sports car and gazed at the hundred-story Bondion Corp headquarters building in front of him. His trench coat fluttered in the wind, and the streetlight cast a long shadow. Many passers-by mistook him for a model on a photo shoot.
• What intrigued people the most was the silver mask on his face. Even though only the lower half of his face was visible, one could sense his extraordinary presence.