"Mo Hongsheng and Ouyang Xiao stay behind, everyone else, meeting is adjourned."
Seeing no objections, The Clown sat back in his chair and said calmly.
Everyone stood up and walked out. Before leaving, Shura gave Ouyang Xiao and Mo Hongsheng a deep glance. At every major meeting, these two are always left behind to talk privately, which made him feel uneasy, yet helpless.
"Let's go, arrange a place for me to stay."
Just as Shura hesitated, a cold voice sounded in his ear.
Instinctively, Shura turned his head and saw a face covered with black lines and patterns, hidden beneath a black robe, appearing before him, making his scalp tighten. He quickly lowered his head: "As you command, I will take you to the base right away."
Soon, the spacious conference room was left with only The Clown, Mo Hongsheng, and Ouyang Xiao.
"Ouyang."
The Clown looked up at Ouyang Xiao sitting on the chair.
"Yes, sir."
Ouyang Xiao quickly saluted.
