The clerk behind the desk understood immediately, hurriedly opening the drawer under the desk and stuffing a few stacks of crumpled bills and over a dozen prepaid cards into a bag in a flustered manner.
The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the clerk kept her head down the entire time, not daring to look at the cold gaze from outside the door, afraid that she might remember the other person's appearance.
"Thank you very much for your cooperation." Zhou Qingfeng smoothly took the money, as if completing a routine transaction.
He shoved the white security guard aside and closed the office door with a snap, locking it with a click. Then he turned around and strode away.
Out of the gun's range, the white security guard collapsed to the ground, looking down at the bullet marks on his bulletproof vest, gasping for breath while clutching his chest.
The black security guard leaned against the wall, shaking his head in lingering fear.
