In front of the burning factory.
Amid the wind and snow, someone roared loudly as he charged towards Meng Yu. It was a middle-aged man wielding a long sword. He approached Meng Yu and then… immediately knelt down before him.
"Mr. Meng, I surrender!"
The representative of Star Industrial, Manager Qian, who had fallen out with Captain Luo just half a day ago, dropped his long sword and prostrated himself before Meng Yu on all fours.
"I have all their intelligence, Mr. Meng, have mercy!"
He was someone with an annual income of 3.2 million, as well as various bonuses, who had enjoyed all sorts of privileges. He was the Star Industrial executive manager who stepped forward in times of crisis, but one couldn't demand that he keep giving his all, nor expect him to fight until the last moment.
In fact, he had done his best. Now, he had to think about himself.
"Welcome, welcome."
Meng Yu extended his hand and helped the man up.
"What can I do for you?"
