He absolutely would not allow any paupers to taint the air inside.
"Bang!"
The taxi door suddenly flew open violently.
Wu Shou's large hand flashed out like lightning, his five fingers clamping down on the security guard's throat like a steel vice.
"You..."
The guard squeezed out half a word, his pupils still frozen with disbelief and horror.
"Crack."
The crisp sound of a neck breaking mixed with the muffled sound of a rupturing trachea, blood sprayed out in a radial pattern on the taxi door frame.
Wu Shou's wrathful roar:
"What do you mean 'you', don't you know that it's a taxi driver's sacred duty to deliver passengers safely and on time?"
The noise reached the security booth, and five more guards in the same uniform rushed out, their faces full of confusion and fright.
Two of them reacted lightning fast, instinctively reaching for their waists—where the issued black gun holsters bulged!
The security guards in this high-end villa area were armed!
