Indeed, this person was none other than Yang Jian, who had been banished to Africa not long ago.
Having only just been recalled, he was already courting disaster again.
As expected, upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Lu Hualiang's expression darkened further.
The murderous intent in his eyes grew more intense, causing the temperature of the entire office to drop.
Yang Li's legs began to tremble.
As for Yang Jian, whether his brain was missing a neuron or his wires were crossed, he lacked any ability to read the room.
Seeing Lu Hualiang's face turn grim, he thought he had hit the nail on the head.
He believed he had resonated with Lu Hualiang.
Therefore, he grew even more enthusiastic in his criticism of Xia Weibao.
His demeanor was arrogant, his gaze disdainful.
He was Lu Hualiang's head of bodyguards, who admired the strong.
In his eyes, the fist was the ultimate argument; the strong ruled!
That was exactly why he followed Lu Hualiang so loyally.
