Leng Zhao stood up from his leather chair, walked around the conference table with a punch, and finally came to the third person on his left, clapping his hands on his shoulder. "Tomorrow's funeral ceremony, I hope to see the old man's head as a memorial service, if you can not find it, you can not come to work."

Less than ten hours before the next day, Lengzhao's order was nothing more than a death order from the person who did it again.

The people in the conference room left the gates on both sides and Leng Zhao sat there alone, lighting smoke and smoking.

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