"Speak!" one of the bodyguards shouted.
"Go ahead, kill me if you dare!" the man cried out in pain, his tone provocative.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a fist landed on him, with full force, but he made no attempt to resist, as if he had been prepared for it.
In less than a minute, the man fell to the ground, his body starting to convulse uncontrollably.
Clearly, he had lost the ability to move.
"What's happening outside has nothing to do with you, mind your own business," a bodyguard said coldly, looking toward the control room, then added, "Don't rush to close the door, someone will bring the compensation over later."
Hearing this, the shop owner quickly wiped his sweat off his forehead: It really has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything.
Ah, lucky that my wife went back first!
He had been keeping his head down, not daring or wanting to look, but hearing the bodyguard say this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
