The room turned deadly still. Not a single sound could be heard. The temperature dropped and the air turned chilly. A frigid and emotionless look was on Yang Feng's face. None of the people knew what their Boss was thinking and quite frankly, everyone was too scared to speak up. They could only hold their breath and wait for his next command.
Guo Sheng looked at the dead body, a small pout on his face. His toy was ruined now.
That's fine, Big Boss will bring me another one!
After what felt like a decade of silence but was, in reality, just a few seconds, Yang Feng's somber voice spoke up. "Clean this mess." He walked out of the room, closely followed by Guo Sheng.
"Yes, Sir!" His men replied as they hurried to fulfill his order.
