"Alright, ten minutes are up!"

Zhang Zilong glanced at his watch, stood up directly, and called a few security guards at the door to come in.

The security guards walked in with an intimidating aura, holding rubber batons that they rhythmically tapped against their palms, creating a crisp sound.

Zhang Zilong squinted his eyes and sneered coldly at Qi Dengxian, "Are you going to kneel down and surrender yourself, or should I give the order?"