Zhao Qin frowned, the voice sounded so familiar.
As everyone was still stunned, a group of well-trained men in black rushed in. They were divided into two teams, entering one after another from the left and right, with eight people on each side. After entering, they stood in their designated positions and turned simultaneously.
Each of them stood up straight with a fierce expression on their faces, scaring the timid ones to make a sound.
Someone finally noticed the symbol on their left arms and screamed, "Qinglong Association?"
"Tap, tap, tap," the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
The atmosphere at the scene was suffocating.
Everyone's hearts were raised by the sound of the slow footsteps.
Jiang Chunlan's eyes suddenly darkened as she turned to look at the entrance.
When Bo Yuxun heard the three words "Qinglong Association," her pupils shrank suddenly, and she too turned to look at the entrance.
