Once everyone had left the conference room, Wanping massaged his temples.
After Wan'an's resentful spirit had been consumed, Wanping felt his thinking clear up significantly.
Perhaps it's because Xiao'an's body has been dead for too long.
This was Wanping's only explanation.
After a while, Wanping seemed to remember something, got up, and left the conference room.
Outside, two henchmen who had once served Guan Tao stood at the door, waiting for Wanping.
For most of these people, it truly didn't matter who was the boss, as long as they could benefit...
Wanping nodded at the two men and walked straight towards Guan Tao's former office.
"Right," Wanping seemed to recall something suddenly. He turned his head and looked at the two henchmen still standing in place. "Do you remember I asked you to find a professionist with a small black spherical mark on his shoulder?"
