"Creak," the conference room door was pushed open from the inside.
Chen Fan walked out.
"Brother Chen!"
"Brother Chen, are you alright?"
"What happened?"
Xu Jie and his group stood at the entrance of the conference room, looking tense as they asked.
Not just them, others in the association also gathered around.
The commotion on the second floor wasn't exactly loud, but it wasn't quiet either. Even Xu Jie's group had received the news and rushed over immediately.
At this moment, the bolder ones in the front took a few peeks inside the open conference room, vaguely seeing the president sitting on the ground. Not far away, there seemed to be another figure lying down.
"Just a little trouble, but it's been resolved," Chen Fan said with a smile.
Xu Jie and his group looked at each other.
A little trouble?
Was it really just a little trouble?
After all, they could smell the scent of blood in the conference room.
Chen Fan didn't say much and walked forward.
