Mo Qianni realized that things had already progressed far beyond her imagination, and everything happened too quickly, but she didn’t have any choice other than to trust Yang Chen, so she looked deeply at Yang Chen and nodded.
Very soon, Mo Qianni brought over some paper and ballpoint pens from the opposite room. After handing them over to Yang Chen, she wanted to ask something, but didn’t know how to say it.
Yang Chen understood what she meant, and gave her a relieving smile, “Don’t worry, there won’t be any fatalities.”
Everybody in the room were already frightened by Yang Chen to the point where they dared not make a sound. All they wanted was to get some money out of this activity, they weren’t some martyrs of a revolution, and they were afraid of getting beaten. So while being fully aware that they were no match against Yang Chen, they obviously wouldn’t invite a beating if they could.
After Yang Chen had Mo Qianni leave the room, he locked the room’s door. Then he turned to the bunch of men who were trembling in fear and displayed a harmless and gentle smile.