At this moment, Long Shaoyang's carefully styled hair was in complete disarray, looking like a bird's nest.
His expensive Armani suit was covered in footprints and bloodstains.
On closer inspection, half of his trouser leg had been torn off.
His face was swollen and bruised, his left arm had bloodstains, and blood was still flowing out.
The moment he burst into the conference room, he dropped to his knees in front of Su Yinxue with a thump.
"President Su, save me, please save me."
Yang Fei could tell at a glance that this guy had just been brutally beaten.
He couldn't help but find it funny inside.
At this time, the meeting had almost come to an end.
Su Yinxue announced the close of the meeting, asking others to leave while keeping only Yang Fei and Long Shaoyang behind.
Su Yinxue said indifferently, "Young Master Long, our newly established Changfeng Security Company was just about to start preparations today."