"How many seconds can you last?"
Faced with Jiang Chen's cold question, an icy chill spread through Qin Lie's body, no matter how strong-willed he was. It felt as if he'd been plunged into a frozen wasteland.
It became hard for him to breathe.
"Gulp..."
Finally, Qin Lie shook his head, swallowed hard, and stammered, "I... I don't want to die..."
"Let me go..."
'How many seconds could he last? Probably just one,' he guessed.
At this moment, Jiang Chen was a demon—the most terrifying creature he had ever seen.
"Stop!"
At the same time, a loud shout came from the distance.
A figure was seen running over at a quick pace.
"The President."
"The President is here."
"Quick, make way for the President."
Seeing the newcomer was Master Qin, the crowd quickly made way for him, greeting him as he passed.
Many of the Senior Stewards felt helpless. Qin Lie was still in Jiang Chen's hands, and now Chairman Qin had arrived.
It was clear the situation was getting out of control.
