"Is it someone from the military?" Cheng Tianxue asked.
"You could say yes, but also no!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"What do you mean?" Cheng Tianxue asked, confused.
"Consider him half-military," Zhang Xiaohao thought and said.
Cheng Tianxue calmly replied and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Click!
The door of meeting room two opened from the outside.
A team of five, dressed in black suits and wearing black sunglasses, walked in with an aura of menace.
"Boss!" the leader said.
"Exactly ten minutes, not a minute more, not less," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Boss, you've been back for so many days, yet you didn't call us brothers to meet up. That's really not cool," the leader said.
"Cut the crap! I've summoned you here for a mission," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Boss, whatever the mission, just command us," the leader said.
