Jih Yunxiao entered with a dark face, swaggering in, and without a word, he doused the long meeting table with some liquid, then flicked a lighter, tossing it onto the table.
The next moment, flames erupted across the entire meeting table.
Everyone stood up in shock and backed away quickly, avoiding the flames, fearing they might get burned.
Screams echoed continuously in the meeting room.
"Ah!! My documents!"
"My reports!"
"My phone…"
"Where's security? Someone call security, there's an arsonist in the company."
Jih Yunxiao sneered, grabbing a fire extinguisher from the corner of the room, pulling Su Yumei behind him, and then wildly spraying the white powder onto everyone.
Meng Ting stood outside with his mouth forming an 'O'.
Indeed, twenty years had passed in his world.
But for Mr. Jih, it was still twenty years ago... his way of doing things still so straightforward and direct!
Cool.
Not only Meng Ting, but Su Yumei was also shocked by this move.
This man...
