Ttick-tock—
Ttick-tock—
Ttick-tock, ttick-tock.
Qin Fan remained silent.
No. 1 just held the lifeless Hermes-clad middle-aged man.
The liquid dripping from his crotch made a ticking sound as it hit the ground.
In this silent ambiance, where even a pin could be heard.
It was like the countdown of a death knell.
The middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the executive chair was completely drained of strength by fear.
People say Qin Fan is mad, say he is wild.
He had never quite experienced it.
Now he did.
Without a word, Qin Fan ordered the death of a mall tycoon.
Right in front of him!
This disregard for human life utterly threw him into an icy hell!
Watching the cold sweat constantly pouring from the middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses.
Qin Fan waved his hand.
No. 1 immediately tossed the middle-aged Hermes man aside like a dead dog.
Then turned to Qin Fan, saying, "Master, he's the scumbag who led the threats against your wife and father that day!"
