Qin Chuan glanced back, and the killing intent in his eyes caused the chief of security's pupils to dilate. The finger resting on the red emergency button could not muster even the slightest strength.
Who hasn't heard of the name Mang Zhong?
That's a god of slaughter!
A man who can kill you while maintaining a humble smile!
Panic!
Fear!
Qin Chuan said indifferently, "How much do you make in a month? Is it worth risking your life for?"
He didn't make a move because these six people were just ordinary security guards.
Because eyes that have killed have a different look, they had not experienced carnage, otherwise, they would have turned into cold corpses the moment they entered the door.
"Qin… Mr. Qin, I… I I I…"
The chief of security was so terrified that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and under the gaze that seemed to come from hell itself, he turned pale and then clutched his chest, gasping for air, before collapsing to the ground.