A coffin?
A coffin?
As Qin Fan hoisted the large red coffin aloft with one hand, all the security guards turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.
Damn it! Today is the Old Madam's grand birthday, and this bastard shows up with a coffin? This… this is courting death!
Subconsciously, anger and panic filled the guards' hearts. Overlooking the inhuman strength Qin Fan had just displayed, they all shouted in unison, "Are you fucking looking to die?"
"Scram!"
With a fierce shout, Qin Fan, holding the large red coffin in one hand, emotionlessly swept his foot toward the guards rushing at him.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!—
BANG! BANG! BANG!—
Wherever his sweeping foot reached, the guards all howled in pain as they fell to the ground. Without a second glance, Qin Fan continued forward, the coffin still held aloft.
"Help! There's trouble! There's trouble!"
