There was no time to delay, and the journey to the tenth floor was unobstructed. Su Sheng's eyes slightly glowed as he could already see the situation on the tenth floor clearly, with over a hundred people gathered. They really thought highly of him.
However, sometimes more people don't necessarily mean stronger power, especially for someone like him, a veteran of the battlefield, who feared nothing more than group combat.
Leng Qingxue was indeed here, bound to a chair and unable to move. The white-haired Lei Hao was also present, and among these people, surprisingly, there were five handguns, a truly well-prepared setup.
"Young Master Lei has been waiting for you for a long time."
A bodyguard spoke up, thinking Su Sheng was overly bold to storm in here with just one subordinate to rescue someone, something ordinary people wouldn't dare compare with. Unfortunately, having offended Young Master Lei, Su Sheng was destined for an unpleasant end.
