The lackeys, because they were young, were still feeling a bit thunderstruck from the way Yan Fei had gone a little too hard on them; they had no idea what to do at that moment. The two middle-aged men were relatively clear-headed, but they didn't dare to step forward now, just staring as their boss was being pinched almost to death, too scared to even speak.
There was still another middle-aged man, but he had been sitting further away from the others, dressed differently. Now he was the picture of dismay, cursing everyone in the conference room in his heart—he really was unlucky, being a driver for the organization, and now he was in for it.
Originally, this driver wanted to reveal his identity to excuse himself and go back, but upon seeing the young boss's fiery temper and the crowd of people blocking the door, all looking hostilely at him, he decided not to even stand up—driving leaders around had given him some discernment; it's not wise to confront a clearly superior force!
