Watching Zhao Yang slowly approach step by step, the old thug suddenly felt utter despair!
He knew that even if he picked up the gun, he couldn't kill Zhao Yang!
In an instant, he felt as if he had aged ten years, with past glories and sufferings seeming like fleeting clouds!
He had never thought that what he longed to reclaim from the past would lead him to face death itself!
He would lose everything, even his life!
The old thug was still seated there, on the chair in the middle of the entire factory hall.
His hands, although resting on the armrests of the seat, shook uncontrollably without him realizing it.
Fear, terror, panic... a mix of emotions engulfed him, filling his eyes with dread!
Soon, Zhao Yang was standing in front of him!
Under the illumination of the light, the old thug was completely overshadowed by Zhao Yang's silhouette!
For a moment, the entire factory seemed to fall silent.
Even the moans and cries of pain from over forty people had ceased.
