Jian Jin followed Lu Zhi silently, the atmosphere between them was unbearably awkward and heavy.
Why were even Mr. Lu and his people leaving?
Sangs and the others couldn't figure out the situation at hand, but they still had to report to Lu Zhi what they had been through, so he braved himself and approached the wheelchair: "Mr. Lu."
Lu Zhi looked up at him lightly, already understanding the implications of him seeking him out: "Failed?"
Sangs recounted the events inside in detail, acknowledging his own incompetence, and before Lu Zhi could speak, he knelt down on one knee, extremely pale and pleading for punishment: "It's my incompetence. Please punish me, Mr. Lu!"
"Tsk. You are indeed astute." Lu Zhi clicked his tongue with a laugh, without any murderous intent, though it was clear he was displeased that Sangs and his men did not manage to deal with Ye Wangchuan.
