In a small warehouse, four or five security guards scurried out like rats.
They were obviously on patrol, but now they looked more like thugs, their faces filled with a menacing scowl as they surrounded Zhang Zhi.
They incidentally wrapped up Shen Zhou as well.
Zhang Zhi hurriedly said, "Director Yang, I... I wasn't avoiding you guys, I've just been too busy, you know how it is at our health department..."
Before he could finish, a junior security guard pushed him hard, nearly knocking him to the ground.
The junior guard pointed at him: "You were damn well avoiding our director, and now you've got the gall to argue. Hand over the twenty-three thousand you owe right away, or I'll make sure you wish you were dead."
He pulled out a military dagger and waved it in front of Zhang Zhi's face.
The sharp tip of the blade came dangerously close to his skin.
