The door was locked.
Sun Shanzheng, with his group, took out baseball bats they'd already prepared. The ordinary janitors, having never seen such a scene, scattered toward the inner hall.
Qin Guang did not trouble these ordinary staff members.
He waved his hand lightly and said, "Smash this place up for me."
Sun Shanzheng, leading a group of thugs, no longer held any reservations and crazily smashed everything with the baseball bats in their hands.
In comparison to the last time Qin Guang took the Jiang Group's security guards to destroy the Dingsheng Group's signboard, these thugs were much more professional when it came to trashing the place.
Each of them was armed with a baseball bat or a steel pipe.
Every swing was accompanied by a crisp sound.
The hall of Prosperous Scene soon echoed with a continuous cacophony of smashing sounds.
This was the music of destruction.
It wasn't pleasant to the ear, but it was sufficiently violent.
