Gao Ya noticed that as Ren Zhong spoke, the muscles in his shoulders and thighs were bulging and contracting irregularly.
The veins beside his temples also occasionally throbbed and compressed.
Gao Ya thought to himself, this man is clearly enduring immense pain, yet remains so composed.
What kind of willpower does he possess?
"Gao Ya, are you listening?"
"I am, I am. Yes, I remember."
"Alright then."
Since he wasn't too troubled by the assassin, Ren Zhong arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time.
Gao Ya booked a luxurious VIP conference room for him, which also served as accommodation. Ren Zhong took the opportunity to shower and then lay in the massage cabin for some therapy, slightly alleviating his pain.
By the time he finished these and entered the meeting room, Gao Ya, Xiao Xingyue, and a woman from the Tanggu Group were already in place.
