Ding.
The elevator doors opened, and Uncle Zhong, along with a bodyguard carrying a black leather suitcase, walked out under the lead of two men in black suits.
A long corridor appeared before them, with silhouettes standing tall, the air cold and stern, belonging to the men in suits and sunglasses—these were all guards of the Cyan Dragon Group.
Uncle Zhong walked forward expressionless, ignoring these well-prepared guards.
Arriving at the door of an office, one of the two men in black leading the way tapped on the door and said, "Boss, the Li family's steward, Zhang Wenzhong, requests an audience."
"Let him in," came a deep and commanding middle-aged man's voice from inside.
"Yes, Boss," the man in black replied, gently pushing open the heavy office door.
