"Let's go! We're heading to the fourth floor," Su Ruobai said coldly.
Clutching a baseball bat, he stepped toward the fourth floor.
A group of four had just reached the fourth floor.
Scuffling sounds...
A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from above.
Immediately afterward,
a pot-bellied middle-aged man, accompanied by a gang of dyed, tattooed ruffians, rushed down from the upper floor.
The newcomer was none other than Wang Jie Ming, the deputy head of Biyun Lantian Company.
"Su Ruobai, you've got some nerve! How dare you come to my turf and cause trouble," Wang Jie Ming sneered.
With arms crossed, he stood there arrogantly, his sinister silver eyes scanning Su Ruobai without restraint.
"Keep your dog eyes to yourself!" Su Ruobai snorted coldly.
"Oh, quite bold, aren't you! Attacking my men, smashing my company, and you still dare to shout at me? Do you think I, Mr. Wang, am made of mud?" Wang Jie Ming sneered.