Facts were the most persuasive evidence.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye appeared before them, the best proof of all.
President Qin, who had been full of contempt moments ago, froze. He stared fixedly at the eye on Yang Jian's forehead, while President Qian, who had been watching the show from the side, widened his eyes slightly as well.
"What is that?" Zhang Xiangui was clearly startled too.
Zhang Wei curled his lip and muttered, "Brother Leg is about to lose it. Those two old bastards actually looked down on Brother Leg. The terror of that thing is beyond what humans can imagine. I'm a man who made it out of that school alive, Dad. There are some things you really ought to see for yourself."
See for himself those despair-inducing, terrifying ghosts.
Looks like he has some real skill. Zhang Xiangui grew increasingly expectant.
"Is that eye of yours real?"
President Qin pointed at the Ghost Eye and asked seriously, "It isn't glued on, is it?"
"Rather than worrying about my eye, President Qin, you should pay attention to your surroundings. Look and see what has changed. I'm merely letting you two see the truth about this sales office. This place is already haunted. You just haven't noticed it yet." Yang Jian pointed at his sofa.
President Qin suddenly felt around the sofa with the hand resting on it and found something sticky.
Slightly alarmed, he turned to look.
At some point, the sofa he was sitting on had become covered in blood.
"Damn it, what's going on?" He shot to his feet in shock.
At that moment, President Qin saw that it was not just the sofa. The floor, walls, and even the ceiling were covered in gruesome bloodstains. The blood had not yet dried, as if it had only