Tianling Company, Lin Xiaoling's office.
At the door, a dozen or so people lay haphazardly, all of them Tianling Company security guards who had rushed over at the news. However, Zhao Xinghui's men were armed, and these security guards were no match; they had all been shot and fell into pools of blood.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhao Xinghui's subordinates held fire axes, relentlessly smashing at the bulletproof glass door.
The bulletproof glass door was custom-made, consisting of three layers of bulletproof glass stacked together. After being smashed for quite some time, the outer two layers had already been shattered.
Lin Xiaoling was hiding inside, crouched in the corner, her expression one of extreme terror.
With every strike of the fire axe against the bulletproof glass door, her body uncontrollably shuddered.