Chapter 400: Mainly a Hot Temper!

Rock had been waiting on the second floor for quite a while.

The first floor did not launch another attack.

"You!"

He gestured with his fingers to one of Batchai's men across from him.

"Come here."

"Me?"

The one he pointed at was somewhat confused.

"Yes, come here!"

The reluctant militant, who had a large mole on his face sprouting a tuft of long hair, moved in front of Rock.

"Go check the path."

He pointed to the stairwell.

The man with the tuft of hair paled instantly.

"They are right downstairs..."

"Stop the crap!"

Rock drew his pistol and pressed it against the tuft of hair's forehead.

The man with the tuft of hair licked his lips, feeling his throat go dry.

He looked around.

Nobody stood up for him.

The white man in front of him was Batchai's honored guest, and he also dared not defy the order; his boss had just said to listen to them.

"Hurry up! Or I'll blow your brains out!"