In the office building, the Conquerors followed them in a run, exerting their full strength, fearing being left behind.
"I curse you to have a miserable death!" Zhu Dehou's desperate scream faintly emanated from the stairwell, his anger startling the weaker ones.
Zhu Dehou had never thought of attacking; otherwise, with the opponent's strength, he would have been completely crushed, and if he had his limbs broken and left behind, he wouldn't have had the slightest chance of survival.
"Do you think I'm being unreasonable?" Tang Zheng slowed his tone, switching to a conversational mode.
"No!" The weaker ones hastily shook their heads. Even if they did think so, they dared not say it, as not only would Tang Zheng not act, but they would also face retribution from Sha Ou.
"Group Leader, I know you mean well for us!" The middle-aged man was obsequious.
"How am I being good to you?" Dong Zixuan was very straightforward and hated such people, so her tone was somewhat sarcastic.
