Standing at the back with all these gun barrels pointed at him, Feng Yin felt a massive sense of crisis rise within him.
He stared fixedly at the guards' fingers resting on their triggers, ready to use Manifestation Armor at a moment's notice. Although a public Transformation here would lead to endless trouble, that was a problem for later.
Whoever wanted to kill him, he would kill them first!
Amidst the tense atmosphere, the Caucasian supervisor who was familiar with Hong Yuan came rushing over. "Hong Yuan! What are you doing!?"
Hong Yuan slapped his bald head and took a deep breath, piling a smile onto his face. "Zoer, it's nothing. I was just having a friendly chat with our guard friend here."
Seeing Zoer arrive, the guards silently lowered their weapons.
Zoer stepped up to them and shot Hong Yuan a warning glare. "Rein in your temper. Don't cause trouble."
