"Are you sure you don't understand what I mean?"
A strong aura instantly burst out from Dou Jianlin's body. Sharp blade lights seemed to have erupted all around him. Everyone could feel his killing intent within a few meters. The solemn aura made everyone's blood freeze up.
The president looked at the man who looked like a death god. It was as if he had already felt the arrival of the god of death. Even his breathing became exceptionally heavy.
However, Dou Jianlin was, after all, a man who had experienced the bloody rain and the foul winds of the shopping mall.
"Hmm?"
The corner of Dou Jianlin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a dangerous smile. It was not bad, but this smile made the man before him feel guilty.
How could anyone laugh so cruelly?
"Me. "Me."