บท 277: Chapter 277: Whose Hand is it_1

Argay had just reached the Meeting Room door when he reached out to open it.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the Meeting Room's door was kicked open from the inside. Unluckily, he was standing right behind it, and the heavy wooden door slammed directly into his face!

Argay felt his nose sting, a warm flow trickled out - blood. "Suka Column!" he cursed, with tears welling in his eyes, "Have some decency! Is this how you open a door..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence, as a barrel of a dark, ice-cold gun nearly poked into his mouth...

The door to the Meeting Room was thrown open, and a group of people appeared in the doorway.

The leader of the group was a young man in his twenties, wearing a crisp Suit, a white shirt without a tie. The top button of his shirt was undone, lending him a casual air.

Behind him stood approximately ten large, burly men in camouflage attire and black wool hats. Even more shocking was that each man was cradling an AK74 in his arms!