Li Xiaobao glanced at the two terrified guys, lit a cigarette, and said calmly, "What are you following Guo Xiaoman for?"
"Brother Bao, it's to protect Mr. Guo," a man with an honest face said.
"How are you protecting them?" Li Xiaobao's tone was very flat, as if there wasn't a hint of worldly aggression.
But the two security guards felt an unparalleled immense pressure.
The other man, looking tense, said, "Brother Bao, we are very serious about protecting Mr. Guo."
"Is that so? Last night, Guo Xiaoman and Yang Fang were in another prefab house. Where were you at that time?" Li Xiaobao took a drag on his cigarette, seeming to relish the taste of the tobacco.
The two security guards immediately started to sweat, their faces turning a bit pale.
"Lu Baixi arranged for you to join the company's security team. What did he tell you?" Although Li Xiaobao couldn't remember their names, he had seen these two people before.
