Ren Feifan released his grip, countless particles of powder flowing from his fingers.
The powder shimmered with a touch of phosphoresce, somewhat chilling.
His gaze seemed even deeper in the shadows.
After a long while, he opened the door to the warehouse, put on a mask, and completely disappeared into the crowd.
"East Ocean, M Country, I'm looking forward to tomorrow."
Meanwhile, in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Capital City, there was quite a buzz.
East Hezhu Pharmaceutics and the International Pharmaceutical Alliance Council were both staying here.
They were sipping red wine, having just officially filed a lawsuit against Feifan Pharmaceuticals with the International Patent Court. Given the International Pharmaceutical Alliance Council's network in M Country, it was clear that they could easily manage this lawsuit.
In the future, they could potentially even seize control of Feifan Pharmaceuticals.
