Behind Qian Dahao, a man immediately responded and was about to leave.
But with just one step, "whoosh," an arrow landed straight and true, less than an inch in front of his foot. Had he taken a slightly larger step, that arrow would have shot through his foot instead.
The man known as Laowu felt his legs go weak and immediately retracted his foot.
"Who else wants to leave?" Wang Yongzhu swept her gaze across the room, and wherever her eyes went, Song Chongjin's arrow pointed in that direction.
Qian Dahao had risen to his current status by dealing with countless ruthless and tough characters, but he had never met someone like Wang Yongzhu who played by her own rules without any concern for the usual way of things.
According to his own thinking, even if Boss Ma and his group screwed this up and the blame landed on him, he could just play dead and not take responsibility. What could Wang Yongzhu do to him then?
After all, the silver he had given out didn't bear Qian Dahao's name.
