Qin Xiangdong's dictionary simply did not contain the word "impossible."
Or you could say, in the eyes of the soldiers who followed the President in conquering the world back then, there were no "insurmountable difficulties" or "unbeatable enemies."
Even if we truly couldn't win, dying here did not matter to me, but I had to try.
Looking at the resolute expression on Qin Xiangdong's face, Old Master He couldn't help but sigh.
"Director Qin, you should hand over the Blood Cup Sect case to the Special Service Bureau, as this is truly not something you can handle."
"I already reported it, but the Special Service Bureau is too busy to handle it."
Qin Xiangdong spread his hands and said, "Just tell me the ins and outs here, please rest assured, I'm not that rash, I won't act impulsively."
"Isn't this impulsive enough?"
