Inside the Golden Eagle Building.
It was a scene of chaos.
Looking at the shattered glass and the off-road vehicle that had barged in.
The security guards dressed in their uniforms were all stunned.
"Is this kid sick? Has he got the guts to make trouble at the Golden Eagle Building? Is he asking for death?"
"It's more than seeking death; he's simply sick of living."
"One punch per person, we ought to beat him into mincemeat."
Although Golden Eagle Security had more than a thousand people under its command, they couldn't always be present.
But after all, this was the headquarters, and many would gather here for training camps.
The clamor in the lobby immediately attracted dozens of onlookers.
But everyone believed that this guy must be crazy.
Or else no one would dare to do such a thing.
"What's all the noise about? What happened?"
Not long after, a muscular brute came down from the elevator.
Looking at the hall filled with glass shards, he frowned and asked.
