"Wow! That Thunder God is just sitting there at the nightclub entrance, like a god of death!"
"Even from hundreds of meters away, the brothers I sent nearly wet their pants from the killing aura."
"It was wise for you to retreat in time!"
He shook his head.
"Such a fiend... better avoid than confront!"
Lei Meng's face was filled with relief.
Then a hint of confusion and schadenfreude appeared.
"I wonder how that nightclub pissed off this fiend..."
He smacked his lips.
"Well, now it's been uprooted entirely."
Just as Lei Meng finished speaking.
Fang Qingyu seemed to suddenly remember something.
A look of contemplation appeared on his face.
"Brother Meng."
He spoke up.
His voice was not loud.
Yet it made the laughter in the office quieten a bit.
Everyone's eyes focused on him.
"When we were dispersing the crowd over there..."
Fang Qingyu's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.
"I did hear a few frightened neighbors mention..."
"But I'm not sure if it's true."
