The Black-clothed Man beside him was intimidated by the cold aura emanating from the mysterious man.
He raised his hand to wipe the imaginary cold sweat from his forehead and cautiously said, "Boss, even if we investigate thoroughly, it's too late. We've lost everything now, and lost completely."
"Bang!" The mysterious man stood up from the sofa, his long legs hitting the coffee table next to him, knocking over the tea cup on the table. Hot water spilled all over the floor and splashed onto his body.
But at that moment, he no longer cared about such things. "Lost? In my eyes, the word 'lose' doesn't exist! What are you still doing here? Hurry up and investigate!"
The Black-clothed Man nodded quickly and hurried out the door.
He could barely withstand the pressure from his boss.
The mysterious man's eyes were fixated on the computer screen. If the light was sufficient, a deep scar could be clearly seen on his cheek. The scar was faint in coloration, evidently an old wound.
