Dragon City, Zhao Corporation.
At this moment, Zhao Deshan looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and describing him as overwhelmed would be an understatement.
The once sleek and shiny hairstyle was now disheveled, resembling a bird's nest.
The crisp suit he wore, un-ironed and unchanged for two days, now had unsightly wrinkles at the elbows and waist, making his already bulky figure appear even more unseemly.
But now, he had no time to worry about these superficial issues.
"Two days! Just damn two days, and the shops, storefronts, and entertainment venues under Zhao Corporation have been completely smashed!"
Zhao Deshan picked up the teacup from the table and furiously smashed it at the burly man standing in front of his desk, angrily cursing him, "I give your Jinshui Security Company twenty million a year, and you can't even watch over the premises; you still have the nerve to face me?"
