"Who goes there!"
As the middle-aged man walked into the Wealth Mansion, several bodyguards immediately approached him, aiming their guns at him, ready to shoot at the slightest provocation.
"Brothers, don't shoot, don't shoot. It's me. Something happened outside just now, and I need to report it."
The middle-aged man quickly raised his hands, his face looking harmless as he approached the five bodyguards. When he got close, a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he turned into a blur, pouncing on the five bodyguards.
"Not good!"
Seeing the middle-aged man's movement, the bodyguards' faces changed drastically. They instinctively wanted to pull the triggers, but their reactions, although fast, were still too slow compared to the middle-aged man's speed.
"Pshh!" "Pshh!"
