"President Ma, I know you've never believed in this sort of thing, but some things are genuinely hard to explain." Shangguan Qinghong's face was tense. He really couldn't manage a smile now.
"Since we're here, we may as well make the best of it. When facing a major event, keep a cool head. Also, don't call me President Ma in here. Just call me Brother Ma." It was the man's first time entering such a gloomy, eerie scene, yet he managed to stay calm. He clearly had something special about him; at the very least, his mental fortitude was already better than that of most ordinary people.
"I have a really bad feeling about this, President Ma. How about we come back another day? It's obvious that Chen set us up today. This scene must be full of traps. I don't mind, but you can't get hurt!" Shangguan Qinghong stared at the gloomy building, unable to make his legs take another step.
"I really don't believe you can get hurt just from going through a haunted house. And to look at it another way, if I get hurt in his haunted house, I can use that to make a fuss." The man raised his hand. "There are plenty of ways to bring down a haunted house. Direct competition is the stupidest one, in my opinion."
"You have other plans?"
"That's none of your concern. I came here in person today mainly to see what makes the haunted house that managed to get the better of Jiang Jiu so impressive. And, while I'm at it, I'll let certain people in the company know that I can do what Jiang Jiu couldn't, and do even better what Jiang Jiu can." The man was highly capable, and he carried himself with an edge