Dong Qianjun held the folder in his hands, his mouth hanging open.
Now he understood, Yang Fan was right. These people were indeed not ordinary experts. Otherwise, his subordinates wouldn't have been defeated so easily—subordinates who had followed him for years, who may not have had illustrious military achievements but were naturally several notches stronger than the average bodyguard.
"Dong, I've said what I needed to say, is there anything else you want to discuss?" Yang Fan sat in his seat leisurely, watching Dong Qianjun across from him.
At this point, Dong Qianjun accepted his fate.
He could only blame his own carelessness, ignoring too many issues, mistakenly believing that as long as he provided high-quality security services, he could win over clients, neglecting the most important issue—investigating the strengths and weaknesses of his competition.
