Chapter 170: A Stolen Black Card?

The scene inside the office was far more intimidating than Yang Xun had imagined.

At least a dozen burly men were scattered around the room.

Every one of them was a brawny man rippling with muscle, exuding a palpable murderous aura.

Some sat on the sofa, slowly sipping from glasses of water. Others leaned against the window, cigarettes dangling from their lips as they puffed out clouds of smoke. One was even lifting dumbbells in a corner, the muscles in his arms bulging with each movement, veins popping.

Smoke filled the air, making the entire office feel like a wolf's den.

Meanwhile, Xu Feifan was curled up in the most inconspicuous corner, balled up into a tight knot.

His face was a mess of black and blue. His left eye was swollen to a slit, and dried blood caked the corner of his mouth. The bruise on the bridge of his nose was particularly jarring. He had clearly been beaten severely.