The security guards also noticed the situation here, especially when they saw the stacks of hundred yuan cash in the woven bag, a glint of greed flashed in their eyes, and a group of them quickly ran over.
"Old Zhang! Is this the kid causing trouble?"
The leader of the security guards was a middle-aged man who looked like a hooligan. He was the only one not wearing a security uniform and was holding a baton, swaggering up to President Zhang's side and looking at Li Feng, who was dressed like a migrant worker, he asked.
"Yes, it's this kid!"
President Zhang pointed at Li Feng, his sinister laughter never ceasing as he spoke with ill intentions.
"Brat, I don't care if you're a thief or not, but you're definitely not an employee of our company. Better come with us quietly and explain the situation, or else, heh heh heh..."
