"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Huang Li's emotions suddenly flared up as she pointed at the two security guards: "Things happen in the department store because these guards are useless!"
"We're useless?" The guard surnamed Li's temper rose as well, clutching the badge he had pulled off the deliveryman's neck: "How did that old man from your store die two months ago? After his shift, he locked the store, and the next day his body was found inside! He died kneeling, what kind of guilty conscience must he have had to die so strangely?"
Huang Li wanted to stop the guard from continuing, but he became more and more excited: "And a month ago, one of your employees didn't go home late at night, got drunk, sang by the river at midnight, and ended up being found two kilometers downstream."
"Their deaths were accidents! Shut your mouth!" Huang Li seemed worried that Han Fei would be scared, and she shouted piercingly.