In a certain guest room of Hualong Xuan, Zhao Zhenhao's butler sat on the sofa, carefully picking out a plan.
Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a black suit, who was the chief strategist of this dinner meeting, codenamed Black Fox.
Behind Black Fox stood three bodyguards in black suits, responsible for relaying his orders at any time.
"The young master went to the restroom twice," the butler muttered, stroking his chin. "And based on the high-definition surveillance video from the scene, the young master hardly spoke at all. He seemed to be mostly listening to this Wang Hao. What do you think?"
