"Spare his life!"
The voice was loud and clear, full of confidence.
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng was slightly startled, then immediately turned his head toward the direction the voice came from.
At the office door, two figures had appeared.
One of them was the personal attendant who had just run out to call for help.
The other was a middle-aged man in a white short-sleeved shirt.
The middle-aged man wasn't particularly handsome, nor ugly; he could only be described as average.
With a square face, short hair, thick eyebrows, and not particularly large eyes that nonetheless were very expressive.
Such a middle-aged man, if placed on the street, would likely go unnoticed, being very ordinary.
However, Chen Feng slightly frowned upon seeing the middle-aged man.
Because this man was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
Chen Feng sensed an energy hidden within the body of the middle-aged man.
