Yan Boxun, who hadn't slept all night, stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.

Gone was his previous confidence, replaced by a face full of bitterness. The feeling of falling from a great height shattered his sense of superiority. Needless to say, everyone in Siege City now saw Yan Boxun as a laughingstock, a clown unaware of his own folly. He had meticulously set the stage to humiliate that waste, but when the climax arrived, he became merely a backdrop, forever etched in the memories of tens of thousands.

At this moment, Yan Boxun felt a deep despair.

As he watched the sun slowly rise, Yan Boxun clenched his fists, his whole body trembling.