In the darkness that could swallow everything, the three subordinates trembled as they looked at the towering man before them.
Apart from his facial features tensing up at the beginning, he seemed calm.
Yet, having followed the boss for a long time, they knew that when he was truly calm, he was the most terrifying.
Wei Feng stepped forward, "Boss, what's the matter?"
Han Luoli's eyes, deep and inscrutable, stared at the letter: President Han, how does it feel to pick up what's left of my cast-away shoes? —— Lu Tianze.
The man's hand was clenched tightly, and before Wei Feng could get closer, he quickly folded the letter and put it into his pocket.
Han Luoli turned around, calm "Time to go."
Wei Feng didn't dare say another word, and although his face was full of confusion, he could only hold back because the boss's aura was too intimidating. He hurriedly followed the man with big strides.
"Boss, there's something else in the envelope!"
