Zhang Tianze and his group arrived at the entrance of the alley but did not go in.
Because the person leading them would not allow it.
The leader was very tall and robust, with a standard square face, clear-cut features, a buzz cut, and hardly any gray hairs, looking quite young.
"Dad, is it here? We're not going in and just waiting here?" Zhang Tianze looked at the man with confusion.
That was his father, the Chairman of Qingbei Group—Zhang Heran.
"Wait!" Zhang Heran said just one word, seemingly not fond of talking.
In fact, he was famously taciturn.
But that single word was like an imperial edict.
Among those accompanying him, including Zhang Tianze, nobody dared to say even half a word more.
A group of people stood at the entrance of the alley, obediently waiting.
This time, they had come to ask for help. However, Zhang Tianze didn't know whom they were seeking help from, because his father hadn't said a single word to him about it.
