Seeing Hong Baxian's gaze sweep towards him, Zhang Qiu, who was a bystander, suddenly had an extremely bad premonition. Everyone knew of his relationship with the pavilion of heavenly secrets, and the Hundred Schools of Thought society had never directly participated in the fight for benefits. Their status was rather aloof, and normally, no one would be so stupid as to make a move on him.
However, Hong Baxian did not look like a normal person at all.
Would a normal person so brazenly target the five Giants?
Would an ordinary person treat a group of famous big shots at the peak of the late stage of the consummate level as chess pieces, or even waste chess pieces to be used for consumption?
"I'm sorry, President Zhang. I didn't want to trouble you, but now that things have come to this, I can only let you help me out. You've been through a lot!"