A hooligan in white

Fan Tianshui stood in front of the machine, guarding it alone.

A few staff members in uniform were holding tools in their hands, but when they saw fan Tianshui standing there, glaring at them like a tiger, no one dared to step forward.

As long as one was not too slow-witted, they would be able to sense a strong and intense sense of oppression from fan Tianshui. Once this kind of human-shaped beast-like fellow went crazy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The few people present knew what would happen. The burly man looked scary, and no one wanted to suffer physical pain. Even if the company manager shouted something behind them, none of them dared to step forward.

"Don't move. President Zheng said he wanted to check this machine." Fan Tianshui looked around and said lightly,"after you're done checking, you can take away the machine if there's nothing else. I don't want this thing."