"President, Cui Xiuying has sent us a message."
"Oh?"
In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing the long-awaited, sharp edge.
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Noah Building, top floor conference hall.
The floor is paved with reflective marble tiles, and above is a crystal chandelier composed of countless light beads.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows that cover the entire wall, the splendid night view of East Capital is fully visible, with streams of traffic and lights like dragons.
Yet this opulence and openness fail to dispel the oppressiveness within the room.
The enormous circular conference table that can accommodate fifty people now seats only twenty-four sparsely, appearing empty and desolate.
These people are all mid-to-high-level executives from the East Capital Branch of the Noah Organization, as well as leaders of various affiliated external forces.
Since being summoned here yesterday at noon, they've been trapped here for over thirty hours.
