Who Helped?
編輯: Henyee Translations
Zhang Qing instantly was triggered when he heard what Min Yu said. After a moment, the hand resting on his belt steadied itself as though he was getting ready to draw his weapon.
Zhang Qing's men standing in the hall immediately raised their lethal-looking guns and pointed them in the same direction.
"I suggest you stop trying to threaten me," said Zhang Qing coolly.
The moment he finished his sentence, the atmosphere in the room intensified.
Zhuo Yun wanted to attack, but Min Yu stood up at that moment. He walked up in front of Zhang Qing confidently before coming to a halt and looking down at Zhang Qing condescendingly. "Are you worthy of my threats?"
Even though Zhang Qing was a seasoned high-ranking official, he instinctively stepped back the moment he made eye contact with Min Yu. He automatically acted like a mouse who had run into a cat.
"You…" After some time, Zhang Qing was unable to finish his sentence.