In the huge room, for a moment the only sound was Lin Fan typing on the keyboard. No one knew what Lin Fan was doing, but they could all see how focused he was—every bit of his attention was on the computer.
Facing this God of Slaughter, Joseph Wayne had been trembling at first. When he realized Lin Fan was a little too focused, then noticed Lin Fan's gun lying off to the side, within arm's reach for him, his courage started to grow.
No wonder he was a super tycoon—without some guts, how could he have built an empire? He began eyeing that gun, itching to try.
To be subdued by some nobody like this, he refused to accept it. He wanted to turn the tables, to control Lin Fan. As long as he got that gun in his hand, he could take back control.
Lin Fan might have really been too focused and didn't notice Joseph Wayne's little scheme. He kept his head down, hammering away at the keyboard, and he seemed to have reached a critical point, with no attention to spare.
