Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirty-One
Eighteenth Level of the Special Action Division.
This was the territory of the North Chuan Group. Lin Han returned with a gloomy face and began furiously pounding a punching bag. Under Lin Han's violent attack, the punching bag exploded, scattering sand all over the floor.
"What's the matter?" a faint voice asked from behind.
Lin Han turned around, hastily concealing the twisted hatred on his face to reveal a respectful demeanor and bowed, "Brother, did I disturb you?"
In front of Lin Han stood a gaunt, somber-looking young man about 1.8 meters tall, with an extremely fierce gaze that would send shivers down the spine of an ordinary person on sight.
He was Lin Han's cousin, Lin Bao, and the current leader of the North Chuan Group.
"Your mind is disturbed, you're anxious and rash. With such restlessness, it's no wonder you haven't made any progress in these past two years," Lin Bao coldly rebuked.
