C261 His Life Was Hanging by a Thread

Jing Yiran took a deep breath. His fingers slid on the door card. Finally, he made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a card from the middle. He glanced around at the bodyguards on both sides. Their hands were on sticks. If he failed again, he would treat them to sticks!

Jing Yiran's hands trembled. It was not that he was afraid of death