When Loh Cheng arrived, he was carrying a gun, but two big men were guarding the entrance. He never got along with these people; they excluded him, and he didn't want to blend in with them. "Stop."
Loh Cheng turned his head and glanced, "What's up?"
"Routine body check," the two big men exchanged a look, and one of them stepped forward to grab his arm, "Raise your hands!"
Loh Cheng frowned, "The Young Master said I don't need to be checked."
"That's what the Young Master said, but we need to ensure his safety," seeing that he didn't raise his hands, the man picked up the electric baton and swung it at him, "Be honest, hurry!"
"Who can be sure of safety?"
Loh Cheng sneered, raised his hand to remove the gun from his waist, skillfully disassembled it and tossed it at his feet, "Is this enough? If anything happens later, don't say I pulled out a gun to kill someone."
"Tch."
