Useless
The quartet whom had stood from their seats the moment Zhao Jingren entered their room just silently watched how he threatened that poor man. They did not even realised there is another man stood languidly by the door, observing every of their expressions and reactions. They did not even dare to sit again even after Alex being deposited back on his chair.
Zhao Jingren crossed both his ankles on the long table and leaned back with two chair legs off the floor. He propped his elbows on the armrests and clasped his fingers with the thumbs rubbing against each other while indifferently scrutinising the men that stood with paled face opposite of him. Although Danial and Calvin did not shivered in fear like Jason and Micheal, he could discern their uneasiness from the occasional twitches of their eyelids and the slow motion of rosing up and down of their chests as they took long deep breaths to calm themselves.