A shout of "Boss Qin" erupted in terror from Baldy's mouth.
The air immediately froze. This private area, shielded on both sides by antique screens, fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop. It felt as if you could even hear everyone's heartbeats in the small space.
"Kneel!"
As Baldy trembled in abject terror, Qin Fan said in a cold, expressionless voice.
BANG!
Without a moment's hesitation, as if by reflex, Baldy slammed his knees onto the floor before Qin Fan. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily. He held his breath, the very picture of panic. With a guilty conscience, his heart leaped into his throat.
THUD... THUD... THUD...
In the deathly-still atmosphere, Qin Fan began to walk forward. Each footstep sounded like a hammer blow against Baldy's heart, and with every thud, his body trembled anew. By the time Qin Fan stood before him, Baldy was drenched in a cold sweat, with large, bean-sized beads of it covering his entire forehead.
