"Where is everyone?! Has everyone died?! Send reinforcements now! Hurry!"
In the meeting room, Long Zaitian, dressed in a black robe, slammed his palm on the table, creating a loud thud. His face was overcast, as if he were a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment.
Shao Xing sat frowning in his chair, a cigarette burned to the end without him noticing. He suddenly raised his head, gazing complexly at Chiang Yu, who sat as steady as a mountain in his seat. This middle-aged man wore an ordinary white shirt neatly, even at this late hour of the night.
"Ha, the Think Tank sure is in high spirits. You're the most neatly dressed here, anyone who doesn't know might think you don't sleep at night!"
Chiang Yu's feather fan paused as he looked deeply toward the Snake King at the end of the conference table. It was he who had just made the sarcastic remark.
"Vice Hall Master Wang truly loves to joke, it's just a habit of living." Chiang Yu replied lightly.
