"Son of a bitch!!"
Kong Heng, seething with murderous intent, charged over.
His eyes, cold and sharp as knives, seemed like they could stab Wu Jie full of holes.
Teeth clenched, fists tightened—he truly seemed poised to tear Wu Jie to pieces.
Had he not been a common man now, he would probably have drawn a gun and turned Wu Jie into a sieve.
Of course!
As he charged furiously, the two special agents from the Security Bureau certainly did not turn a blind eye.
"Stop!!"
A fierce shout.
One of the agents immediately rushed forward and blocked Kong Heng's path.
Another agent quickly shielded Wu Jie, his hand already reaching for his waist.
This was standard emergency protection strategy.
At the first sign of trouble,
it was absolutely one person to intercept, and another to protect.
Spread out to form a cross-position.
Just like now.
If Kong Heng attacked the agent in front of him, the agent protecting Wu Jie could swiftly draw his gun and fire.