"The problem now is the 'stick'..." a young man with glasses and dark skin spoke respectfully, one hand on his lower back.
"Can you solve it or not!" Brother Kun asked coldly.
"Brother Kun..." the young man hesitated slightly.
SHLICK!
Unfortunately, before he could even answer, Brother Kun had already grabbed a screwdriver and plunged it into the back of the young man's head.
"Let's go!"
"I'll go see for myself!"
Without a glance at the young man's convulsing body as it collapsed into a pool of blood, Brother Kun immediately stood up and walked toward the sealed office building not far away.
"Brother Kun!"
"Brother Kun!"
"Brother Kun!"
As he entered and passed through layers of guards, all the security personnel were exceptionally respectful toward Brother Kun.
"Brother Kun!"
Just as he stepped onto the floor, a man missing an ear and covered in scars suddenly dropped to his knees before Brother Kun with a THUD.
