Throwing the report on the table, Lei Tiliang rubbed his brows to suppress his anger. After a long silence, he finally calmed down and asked, "Why didn't anyone report to me when Zhicheng left with so many supplies?"
The personal assistant pushed up his glasses slightly and said, "The soldiers working in the weapons warehouse thought you had permitted the young master to get the supplies. Therefore, they gave him the supplies he requested."
Listening to his answer, Lei Tiliang felt that his blood pressure immediately rose. He clasped his hands tightly while trying to suppress his anger. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Punish those soldiers who don't follow the rules. As for Zhicheng, just send a team of supernatural beings to find him. I want him alive."
The assistant noted down his orders, nodded, and replied calmly: "Yes, Chairman."
