Jian Luo's voice was calm, heralding the storm to come, "This is none of your business, Beis. Notify security to seal off all the exits of the Show Field. Don't let anyone out, and get me the surveillance footage from the corridor passages."
"Yes." Beis took out his phone and walked to the side to make a call.
All the fires in the room had been extinguished, and the clothes were almost completely destroyed.
Jian Luo stepped into the room, looked at the clothes reduced to ashes on the ground, and clenched his fists so tightly they creaked.
Black Jack, who had received the message, and others rushed over. Seeing the staff holding fire extinguishers, Black Jack quickly entered the room.
"Which immoral bastard did this?" Zhan Mingyan said, looking at the burnt clothes with a face red with anger.
"Luo!" Black Jack put his hand on his shoulder and called out softly.
Jian Luo loosened his tightened fists, "I'm fine."
