After the servant left, the stern and aged voice sounded again, accompanied by a cough, "Mr. Leng, you are very shrewd. In just a short time after taking over the JK Consortium, you have figured out my background, truly a formidable adversary."
Leng Youchen picked up the tea beside him, took a gentle sip, and placed the cup back on the table. The room was dimly lit, and he couldn't discern the expression of the higher-up, just as the higher-up couldn't see his expression.
"Once someone has a person they want to protect, they become more perceptive than usual. I'm certain you are well aware of my every move in London." Leng Youchen remained calm and unflinching in the face of the sharp aura exuded by the higher-up.
The person laughed heartily, "Indeed, anyone taking over the JK Consortium must be outstanding and possess chips I can control. Mr. Leng is a smart man, since you've come to me, state your demands."
