Bai Jing sat in his chair with a calm and composed posture, his eyes slightly squinted. On the table in front of him lay a Beretta 92F handgun made of pure gold. The gun barrel was still warm to the touch, and in this spaciously bright room with a strong Chinese design aesthetic, there lingered a strong smell of gunpowder.
Bai Jing had just fired a shot!
The shot had left a bullet hole in the ceiling.
The sound of the gunshot sent a shudder through the four men sitting around the table, all of whom had been handpicked by Bai Jing himself. Chen Bao and Song Kaicheng sat to his left, while Wu Qing and Xu Qingdong were on his right.
However, they were not just his subordinates—they were his proteges!
Bai Jing had convened the four men that night to inform them that he would be stepping down from his position. His daughter Bai Qing, who was also his only child and was sitting next to him, would be his successor.
