The butcher took Yang Xiong's look in his eyes, pulled out his lancet, put it in from his clothes behind him, pasted the cool blade on his back, and let Yang Xiong's cold sweat come out, and his ghost ideas vanished instantly.

No one was seen on the corridor, so he went straight to Yang Xiong's office. The butcher pulled out the Lancet and put it on his neck to let Yang Xiongma's input password open the safe.

flip through a pile of files inside, and finally extract a folder.

The butcher looks rough but his mind is delicate. He cuts a blood slot around Yang Xiong's neck and says,...