Wright's bodyguards heard Wright's words and prepared to pull the trigger.
At this moment, a cold male voice sounded from behind him. "How dare you!"
His voice was low, as if he was the King of Hell from hell. It carried a sinister coldness that seeped into his bones.
Wright shivered uncontrollably. He turned back and saw a man walking slowly towards him. Behind him seemed to be the entire hell. Every step he took made him shiver.
The people around the man were all holding submachine guns. In an instant, they surrounded him and his bodyguards.
Wright's face suddenly turned pale. His gaze fell on the weapons in the hands of the men and he frowned.
Submachine gun?
None of his people had such equipment. The man in front of him could actually make a bodyguard hold such a dangerous weapon.
