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The color drained from the faces of Pan Baoshun and his men.
'What use are you?'
'Does he want to kill them? Or fire them all?'
"We're all just here to make a living. Why be so serious?" Pan Baoshun said, forcing a calm demeanor as he stepped forward.
None of the other security guards dared to speak up.
"You think I can't back up my words, is that it?" Jiang Xinghai stopped and stared at Pan Baoshun.
Pan Baoshun seemed to have figured something out. "Brother Jiang, as the old saying goes, you have to respect the position. You're just a driver. We're the security guards protecting the company. Different posts, different duties. Why must you be so aggressive?"
"And you know a thing or two about fulfilling the duties of your post?"
