He took out his phone and dialed a mysterious number.
Glancing at Zhang Xiaohao with terror, he then exaggerated the incident that had occurred here.
After hanging up, the middle-aged man glared at Zhang Xiaohao with venomous hatred.
That look seemed to say, "You little punk, you're as good as dead! When my people get here, I'll skin you alive."
A few minutes later.
A series of rapid footsteps suddenly echoed from the elevator.
Following that, a group of more than a dozen burly men, led by a woman in black, charged over with an evil aura.
"Save me, my lord..." Upon seeing the newcomers, the middle-aged man cried out for help.
Bang!
Before he could finish his plea, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold, and he roughly kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.
"You're quite arrogant, aren't you? To bully my people right before my eyes," the woman in black said with a sneer.
She took a step forward, and a fierce evil energy bore down on Zhang Xiaohao.
