"Security, security, throw this penniless fool out. Not just anyone can come in here."
The Young Master naturally didn't know that the Langya Pavilion assassin had already fallen for it. At this moment, he thought Su Xuan had been hit, so he ordered the security to throw him out. If he's going to die, let him die outside.
Just as a dozen security guards rushed over to push Su Xuan out, suddenly a man in his fifties stepped out from the crowd, looked at Su Xuan, and said.
"President Su, it really is you. I didn't dare to acknowledge earlier."
When this guy called out President Su, is it really you, the entire atmosphere on site changed. What was originally a chaotic scene was instantly silent. Everyone looked at Su Xuan—those gazes had changed.
"Uh, Old Zhao, how come it's you."
