Different from the excited Pablo, the faces of Angela, Miles, Daisy, and others were pale.
The door opened, and a short, hook-nosed old man in his fifties or sixties stood outside.
The old man with an aquiline nose was dressed in a Tang suit, and his slender eyes were as sharp as a knife. Although he was short, he exuded a sense of majesty from being in a high position for a long time. No one dared to underestimate him.
There were more than a dozen people standing behind him. Although there were not too many of them, each of them had muscles bulging with hostility. Obviously, they were not easy to deal with.
"Mr. Ma!" When he saw the elder, Pablo was like a dog seeing its master, his face full of flattery.
"You look so useless. Stay away from me!"
Mr. Ma saw that his face was covered with snot and tears. He took a step back in disgust and said angrily, "You said on the phone that you were beaten by a boy in his 20s? It's a shame on me!"