บท 264: River Of Blood

Yang Enterprise.

The presence of two powerful men clashed in the spacious room. It felt cramped in here, as every inch of the atmosphere was overtaken by them. Piping hot tea was served on the coffee table, but both cups were untouched and as time passed by, they became cold and stale. Not a single sound could be heard, except for the occasional ticks from the clock on the wall.

Zhao Moyao was seated directly in front of Yang Feng whose posture had not changed ever since he sat down. He always found it hard to understand what Yang Feng was thinking, especially since the young man was practically born with a poker face.

"You've captured my son." Zhao Moyao began the conversation after he was tired of the silence. "What for?" He flicked his wrist and another teapot along with a pair of cups were brought out. 

Li Xuan poured his boss a cup of tea and then poured one for Yang Feng, replacing the previous one in front of him.