Jiang Chuan stood still, surveying the people around him with a steady gaze.
Although these people seemed fierce, in Jiang Chuan's eyes, they were nothing more than ants.
A tiger who has braved storms of blood and come out of seas of corpses, would he even care about a flock of lambs?
Of course, at this moment, these people also saw Jiang Chuan in the same light.
"Hey, our boss is asking you something. Are you Jiang Chuan?"
One of them impatiently pointed his finger at Jiang Chuan.
Before acting, it's always best to confirm the other person's identity.
Jiang Chuan squinted at him.
In his eyes, a lazy glimmer flickered.
This demeanor seemed to suggest that the crisis before him was of no concern.
"Are you sure you want to point that finger at me?"
Jiang Chuan didn't answer his question but casually asked back.
The man grew angry and cursed, "Dammit! I asked you something, you bastard, are you looking for death or..."
