Yang Jian's sudden appearance caught everyone in the conference room off guard.
Just now, they were discussing whether to eliminate this uncertain factor in Dachang City; as soon as they made a decision, the man himself showed up at their door.
Was it a coincidence, or was it deliberate?
"If you want to deal with me, I have no objections. After all, who doesn't have a few enemies when they're out and about? However, I'd like to ask why. It seems I haven't offended anyone present, have I?"
Yang Jian sat on the conference table, unfazed by the five or six guns pointed at him, showing no sign of fear on his face.
He was calm, so calm it appeared as if he didn't take the people in the room seriously.
"President Wang, as the president of the club, can you explain this to me? Just starting hostilities for no apparent reason, I'm afraid your men might die without understanding why, which would be a pity."
