"President Shen, I… I misunderstood Assistant Jiang just now…"
Pan Baoshun's forced smile was more painful than a grimace. He scrambled to pull the dumbbell back.
But!
His hands seemed to be glued firmly to the dumbbell. No matter how hard he tried, it was no use. His face flushed red with panic.
"Director Pan, you've already committed. Why bother making excuses?"
Just then, Jiang Xinghai dropped his cigarette and instantly relaxed his fingers.
He had merely released a sliver of True Qi, binding Pan Baoshun's hands firmly to the dumbbell.
CLANK! CLANK!
CRASH!
The next moment, the momentum sent Pan Baoshun, who was still trying to pull the dumbbell back, stumbling to the floor with a heavy thud.
"President Shen, as you instructed, I came to the security department to observe their work. But I never imagined I'd walk into a scene like this." Jiang Xinghai stepped to the side, gesturing toward the workout room.
Inside the workout room.
