When the company's manager saw Shen Zuimo, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly opened the laptop on the conference room table.
"No need to bother. The fact that we made it here proves that we have enough control over the data on your computer." Xiaofan pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking lightly.
Even though he heard Xiaofan's words, the manager continued typing furiously on the keyboard. However, when he found the key systems beyond his control, he understood that what Xiaofan said was true.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Come with us? We might spare your lives," Xiaofan replied.
"Hmph, no way. Attack …" Surrendering was certainly not an option.
The three A-level assassins immediately drew daggers from their waists to charge forward and carve a path out.
However, the moment they took their first step, their bodies froze, as a terrifying and chilling aura enveloped them entirely.
It felt as if taking one more step would lead to instant death.
