Before long, only Bai Yongyan, West Factory Labor Officers, and Wude Army Guards remained in the hall.
A night breeze carrying a hint of coolness swept through, causing the silk curtains to flutter gently and the candle flames to flicker, casting distorted shadows on the walls.
SPLASH.
Bai Yongyan, as if he could never have enough tea, poured himself some more, leisurely inhaling the tea's fragrance as if he hadn't noticed the hostile Labor Officers and Wude Army Guards sitting opposite him.
There was not a trace of emotion in Yu Qingqiu's eyes. As the West Factory's Xing Qianhu, he had personally captured countless enemies and dissidents.
These people, just like Bai Yongyan, had considered themselves powerful in Mana, with deep backing, and faced the West Factory fearlessly.
