C166 Han Kuang
The bald man sat with a furrowed brow, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table, creating a steady drumming sound. The black-clad bodyguard remained silent, waiting patiently.
"Bring them in," the bald man finally said after a lengthy silence.
The security guard in black sighed in relief and inquired, "Shouldn't we check with Mr. Nie first?"
"There's no need," the bald man replied
