The fire escape was awash with blood.
Lin Shuang's silhouette ascended relentlessly; he had slaughtered his way from the seventh floor to the twentieth!
Behind him, the stairway was littered with countless bodies—each thug annihilated, their corpses sprawled lifeless on the ground.
Many more lay wounded, writhing in blood pools, moaning in agony.
The entire fire escape had transformed into a living hell.
He reached the twentieth floor and stepped out of the fire escape.
In the corridor outside, the remaining thugs were in complete disarray, panicked and retreating in terror.
Inside the conference room, Long Baixiang and his executives waited anxiously for updates.
"Report…!!" At that moment, one of his men burst in, trembling and terrified, and reported, "Chairman Long!! Our enforcers can't stop him!! He's… already reached the twentieth floor!! He's headed straight for the conference room!"
Shhh~! Long Baixiang's face turned pale at the news!
