Damn! It's calm on the surface, but there's a mystery hidden beneath!
Although surrounded, Wang Yu and Qin Tian didn't seem a bit nervous. To the two of them, these dozen or so people were insignificant, like rotten sesame seeds or spoiled melons; solving them was a matter of minutes. Of course, there was one condition—that none of these people had guns.
"What's going on?" (Note: For ease of reading, the following dialogue is in Mandarin, although the actual conversation is in Cantonese.)
A man in his thirties looked at the receptionist and asked.
"Brother Hui, they want to meet the chairman, but they don't have an appointment. I explained this to them, but they refused to leave, then they started shouting," the receptionist told the man.
The man nodded, turned around, and sized up Wang Yu and Qin Tian. Wang Yu also sized him up in return.
