Whether this counted as an investigation or whether they had the authority to clear people out, with Ying Xiong's massive build and the High-Energy Center name, his shout at the entrance truly stunned the Finance Department's office area, which had been bustling with a mix of clerical staff and lower-level workers. Silence and confusion fell over the room.
Of course, that was not enough. This was not a real company, but the headquarters of the Piao Gang, a Black Gang that had openly conducted human trafficking and corpse trading for years. While most of the people in the Finance Department were office staff, there were also plenty who had come to handle business. Many had tattoos across their shoulders, backs, arms, or faces, or had undergone substantial bodily modifications—classic hard cases.
At first, Ying Xiong's physique and the High-Energy Center name he had invoked intimidated them. But when no large force entered behind him for a long while, and Ying Xiong himself looked somewhat awkward rather than particularly imposing, their courage quickly returned.
Someone was already shouting.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Trying to scare people with the High-Energy Center name?"
Once one person spoke up, there was no shortage of people here willing to egg things on. Within a few sentences, it had turned into a more direct rebuke.
"Get the fuck out!"
Ying Xiong cursed. He hated that he had attended a meeting today and come straight here afterward, without even carrying a gun. Without any obvious means of intimidation, fighting barehanded just felt wrong.
At that moment, Tang Li turned his gaze toward Long Bei. Long Bei had been full of schemes, but Ronan's calm glance made him falter instinctively. He hurriedly squeezed past Ying Xiong and shouted, "Leaders from the High-Energy Center are here to inspect