The muscular man was eventually carried out by two burly security guards. The people in the lounge watched him being carried away, but no one dared to make a sound. After all, the scene just now was too bloody and violent; they still hadn't fully reacted to it.
Bai Chuan picked up a tissue from the table, wiped the blood off his face and hands, lit a cigarette, and casually sat on the sofa. His long fingers played with the lighter, making a clattering sound, as if nothing had happened just now.
The sound of the lighter was like the clanking of chains from hell, striking deep into the hearts of those in the lounge who had witnessed the scene. They hadn't expected Bai Chuan to be so ruthless and merciless, completely unwilling to give people a chance to live...
"Bai Chuan!" The PR manager walked in, paused when he saw the blood on the floor yet to be cleaned, and his tone weakened significantly while speaking to Bai Chuan, "The boss is looking for you..."
