The phone was silent for a moment, then a low voice came through, "Yes, Mr. Lin, we will do our best."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yeken's expression became even gloomier.
He walked to the window, staring out at the night, his eyes flickered with calculation and rage.
In this power and interest game, Lin Yeken had reached a point of no return.
He knew that once Pei Jingchuan uncovered the truth, all his efforts and ambitions would turn into nothingness.
At a bar somewhere in Linchuan City, Shen Zhuo, who had heard the news, appeared with a calm demeanor, his face expressionless, but his eyes were as unfathomable as the abyss.
He found Lin Yeken sitting in a corner, their gazes met, filled with complex information.
After Shen Zhuo sat down, he didn't speak immediately, but ordered a whiskey, slowly swirling the liquid in the glass. His voice was deep and steady: "Mr. Lin, it seems the situation is worse than we expected."
