"Swoosh!"
A uniform mechanical noise spread as the soldiers facing Hu Lizhong simultaneously raised their gun barrels, pointing them at him.
Hu Lizhong's heart chilled, and his face somewhat lost composure.
However, the inner fear of disobeying military orders rendered him unable to decisively choose to resist, leaving him caught in a dilemma.
"Scram!"
Just then, a sharp and cold rebuke came from the room behind Hu Lizhong.
With the emergence of that voice, the soldiers outside the door who had aimed at Hu Lizhong felt as if not just a voice but an invisible sound wave rushed toward them.
That sound wave seemed to carry a strange force that swept them off their feet and sent their bodies flying outward.
Though it's a long story, the moment that 'Scram' was uttered, a dozen soldiers standing in the outer corridor all flew out and fell down the building.