However, just as she stood up, the officer standing outside the door shot her a fierce glance. Over the past few days, she had grown weary of receiving such looks. Upon noticing it, fear gripped her, and she instinctively sat back down, yet the malicious intent in his eyes did not dissipate, still glaring at Hao Jian with a murderous look.
Seeing her sit back down, Hao Jian didn't hesitate any longer. He wasn't planning to waste any more time, so he probed Mrs. Zhu's feelings before preparing to openly discuss the matter at hand.
He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. When he opened his clenched fist, a bug fell from his hand onto the table. Looking closely, one could see it was the same insect that Boss Zhu had spat out that day. Now, its body was stiff, utterly and irrevocably dead.
