Qin Jianjun was very satisfied with this effect. He arrogantly raised his chin, his bloodshot eyes scanning the faces that were stunned by him, enjoying the thrill of being a fox exploiting the tiger's might.
"What's the matter, all gone dumb?"
No one responded.
Because everyone's gaze had already bypassed him and focused on the doorway of the office.
There, at some unknown time, stood a figure in a deep green military uniform.
The two gold stars on his epaulettes shone brilliantly under the light.
The man's build wasn't immensely strong, but the authority he had cultivated from holding high positions for many years made him like a silent mountain, just standing there made everyone in the room feel suffocated.
Gu Zhen Guo had returned.
He was holding a document bag in his hand, obviously having just come from the military district office building.
He didn't look at anyone else; his gaze, like two sharp swords, was fixated directly on Qin Jianjun.
