Almost at the same time, three bodyguards rushed over from different directions. The one with dreadlocks first found the madam and called the CEO, but no one picked up.
When he called the CEO's assistant, it showed that the other party was on the phone.
Two of his subordinates asked, "how is it, boss?"
The man with the dreadlocks looked at the madam, who was holding the phone to her ear. He narrowed his eyes and gave one of his men a slap on the head. "Useless! How can someone beat you to it!"
With his muscles, any blow would be a heavy punch!
The two subordinates endured the pain and did not cry out.
As madam's bodyguard, he was actually slower than a director who could enjoy a special seat for the old, the weak, and the sick on the subway. His face was extremely dark.
His subordinates stood beside him and looked at each other, not daring to make a sound.
