"Halt, what are you doing?"
Just as Lin Zhengdong and Li Biao had stepped onto the staircase, the security guard at the entrance stopped them, "Do you have an appointment?"
"Damn, are you blind, dogs? Don't you recognize Young Master Lin?"
Li Biao cursed with glaring eyes.
"Young Master Lin? Don't know him!"
After exchanging glances, the two security guards shook their heads.
"Hmph, then take a good look, because in the future, I will be your boss. Move it!"
After Lin Zhengdong spoke, he lifted his leg to walk inside.
The two guards were certainly going to stop him.
However, Li Biao let out a sinister laugh, and with two swift Palm Blades to the necks of the guards, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Brother Dong, please!"
Li Biao bowed slightly, and after Lin Zhengdong entered, he shouted to the reporters behind him, "Hurry up, keep up!"
"Stop right there, who let you in?"