C694 Uncrossable Kan

At the top floor of the company, Kin Zongliang stood in front of the French windows with his hands behind his back. He looked down at the black mass of people in the plaza and frowned.

The reporters, who were as small as ants, could see the whole thing from a height of 40 stories, but how many people were gathered around the entrance of the company.

They came wave after wave