Zhisen International
At this point, it was already after work hours, and the company traffic was mostly exits, no entrances, when the security guard suddenly spotted a tall man with long legs approaching, his figure upright and robust. He squinted slightly at the sight.
In the northern part of Beijing, where spring had already begun, the setting sun cast a slanting glow, still leaving a biting chill in the air. The man wore a long black trench coat, his strides large, creating gusts of wind that slightly ruffled the coat's hem.
His presence was cool and sharp, his demeanor frosty.
Two people were following closely behind him, also dressed in black, both appearing robust and muscular, prompting the two security guards at the entrance to exchange glances and quietly take out electric shock batons.
"Sir, you don't work for our company, right? Do you have an appointment or..."
The man swept over them with a cold glare, startling the two security guards quite a bit.
