Duanda Group.
The blue glass building shimmered, as if it were a treasured artifact from the fairy realm, fallen into the mortal world.
The Chen Kunfus locked within the building were like souls trapped inside a treasure, moving about in a daze, appearing busy with tasks yet accomplishing nothing. Despite this, uniformed soldiers kept pulling people out from the treasured tower and taking them away.
This caused the souls to lean towards moving further inward, preferring the warmth of huddling together.
At this time, offices tucked away in corners with 270-degree panoramic views became worthless. Most people would rather stay in large offices, as if this made them feel a bit safer.
"A new guy's arrived." Chen Kunfu appeared busy with paperwork, but most of his attention was on various chat groups.
The office floors of Duanda were packed with people, mostly common workers, and the detectives couldn't simply confiscate everyone's phones.
