A moment later, on Lu Guangchen's desk, the huge screen displayed the highest resolution image after technical processing.
He stared at the screen intently — those five masked men appeared in the corridor like phantoms, moving so fast they almost left afterimages.
Their target was unmistakably clear, aiming directly at Fengtao Group's President Bei.
The following scene, even though Lu Guangchen had watched it dozens of times, still sent a chill down his spine.
These were no ordinary thugs or mercenaries, no redundant moves, no unnecessary scuffle.
One of them approached, his technique as quick as lightning, performing a grab, a twist, and a wrench—movements simple yet precise, containing some kind of brutal aesthetic.
"Crack!"
Even across the silent screen, Lu Guangchen could almost hear the bone-cracking sound that made teeth ache.
