While Xu Feng busied himself with harvesting the juicy and delicious loot that were littered everywhere in the battlefield, elsewhere, an emergency meeting room was in session.
"Can anyone tell me why I just received a lot of congratulatory remarks from those damnable old men?" A man near his fifties shouted in a thunderous tone, his palm slamming down at the large table.
The impact of the slamming nearly caused everyone in the meeting room to shudder in fear and nervousness.
After all, this was the Lethal Finance headquarters and the person sitting at the center was none other than the current Vice President, Francis Richards.
His father, Derrick Richards was the President but had delegated most of the responsibilities to him already. Everything was initially smooth sailing, with his secret plan of improving the Lethal Corp at a rate faster than any others.
