This discovery, like a cold hand, clenched his heart.
Looking at Feng Jincai, who sat on the sofa with a fake smile, and Zhuo Feng, who wore a sullen face, acting as if he owned the world.
Xu Hao secretly gritted his teeth.
The chairman was right; this is damn well a Hongmen Banquet!
A trap specifically set to fish people in!
He was incredibly relieved that he suppressed the impulse to contact the chairman.
Otherwise, the next one to urgently excuse himself might have been him.
Just as Xu Hao was lost in thought, Ma Biao's thunderous voice resonated once again.
He paced around the circular conference table, as if delivering a speech, spitting with each word.
"Everyone, I've been mingling in East Capital for half my life. From a small outpost, I've climbed to this position today. And what got me here? It's brotherhood, it's the rules."
