C978 Body-propelled Missile?
President Put Lang turned his head to look at the panicked black clothed man, frowning slightly, not very happy.
This person was a security guard, but Putang was not satisfied with how scared the other party was.
A dignified Black Palace security guard needed to be scared like this by an assassin?
How shameful would it be if word of it were to spread?
With a glance