"Zhang Ren!" Xiang Qingsu's angry voice came from a building.
When Yang Song came to the room where Zhang Ren was, the branch president Zhang Ren came here with a decadent expression on his face.
This was a prison-like room, in which were was a simple bed with a middle-aged man lying on the bed.
A big part of the man's neck was cut open by a sharp blade, and his breath seemed to be gone.
In addition, there was a woman beside the bed with the Ability Guild symbol on her clothes lying in a pool of blood, and her beck was also injured.
"What did I tell you before I left?!" Xiang Qingsu looked at Zhang Ren's eyes with unkindness, and there was a little suspicion in her voice.
She then pointed to the man on the bed and asked, "That's how you completed the task the l handed over to you?!"
Zhang Ren's face was pale, and he opened his mouth several times, but he could not say a word.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!