Wang Chenggong was one of the last high-level executives to leave the Tianyun Entertainment Company's internal dinner party that night, a man in his thirties who appeared to be very honest. Qin Tian had seen him that evening and decided to nurture him properly within the company afterward.
But now, as the old Wang released his hand from his forehead, Qin Tian instantly saw blood in his hair and on his forehead, which shocked him!
"Mr. Qin, those people were beating anyone they saw, smashing anything they could pick up, just like the Black Society! Mr. Qin, you should get out of here fast!"
Wang Chenggong urged anxiously upon seeing Qin Tian there.
Qin Tian asked, "Did you call the police?"
"We did," Wang Chenggong said, "half an hour ago. But the police still haven't arrived."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian scoffed, thinking that it was unlikely the police would make it in time.
"Where's your boss Zhou?" Qin Tian furrowed his brow as something occurred to him.
