"Who are you? Why are you here?" Just as Zhang Xiaohao emerged, six fierce-looking men guarding the power distribution room rushed up and surrounded him.
"The one who will kill you!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
After speaking, he quickly shifted his feet and burst out of their encirclement.
When he stopped again, there was not a single man standing around him. The six ferocious men all had a playing card stuck in the center of their foreheads, their eyes wide open, displaying an expression of dying without closing their eyes.
Zhang Xiaohao indifferently glanced at their bodies, feeling not the slightest pity.
To those who had committed all manner of atrocities, death was no more than they deserved!
The reason Zhang Xiaohao hadn't entered directly through the main gate was not because he was afraid, but because he could not proceed carelessly! The place was brightly lit, and at this time at First-class Hall, there were too many innocent people.
