After the meeting ended.
Shan Jinyong returned to his office, sat down with a sullen expression.
Remembering the process of the meeting, he angrily punched the desk in front of him with a muffled bang, skin scraping off his knuckles.
But it was as if he hadn't noticed, seething, he cursed under his breath:
"Damn it! Xu Li, just being selected as the temporary president, dares to act all high and mighty in front of me, really thinks he's much better than me? If he pushes me too far, I'll fight him directly!"
"Damn! Damn!"
Shan Jinyong was breathing heavily, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey.
At this moment.
He suddenly felt the touch of a cold, hard object against the back of his head.
With years of experience, Shan Jinyong instantly guessed this was... a gun.
He immediately froze all over.
His angry expression solidified on his face, making him look as if he was in a state of suspended time, unable to move.
"I have some questions for you, can you cooperate?"
