Wang Tianliang's mouth was full of arrogance and composure, but his heart was not really thinking the same.
More than a decade ago, indeed, he was a man who did not fear death, but now, he has managed to amass several hundred million in assets.
You see, the richer people are, the more they fear death.
He definitely did not want to die so senselessly at the hands of others, as that would be truly unprofitable.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
With Wang Tianliang's roar, all the suited thugs clenched their machetes and charged at Zhu Bufan, the mysterious young man, filled with killing intent.
Here there were more than a dozen thugs, all wielding machetes, but the mysterious young man's face remained as calm as still water, without a trace of fear.
On the contrary, his lips curled into a cold sneer at this moment.
Then, with a slight twist of his dagger in hand, he fiercely hurled it forward.
Swoosh!
The dagger moved at an extreme speed.
