"Bang!"
Having returned to the headquarters of Zhihong Group, Chen Hong sat down in the executive office chair, angered by the thought that it would soon become Chen Tang's office, he punched the desk so hard that a cup jittered off to the floor...
A few trusted aides exchanged glances, not daring to speak, and seeing that he had no further orders, they quietly slipped away.
"If I can't have it, I'll destroy it. Thinking he can take over my Dongying Clubhouse is pure fantasy!"
Chen Hong gasped heavily, gritting his teeth.
The day's defeat had made him foresee the fate of the Dongying Defensive Office, it surely couldn't be saved, but he wouldn't let Chen Tang benefit from it; it had to be destroyed.
But he could not carry out this task personally; the operation was too expansive. After all, the Defensive Office had been running for many years, with a vast base of power and numerous people involved in a comprehensive network of intelligence personnel and connections.