Chương 1595: Fuel

In the same building, in the meeting room on the fifth floor, Han Dongming was currently in a terrible state.

The necromancy players who were making a ruckus outside did not leave. They continued to cause trouble and clamored for them to release Fang Heng.

Release Fang Heng? They had never taken him at all.

Even if Fang Heng was really in their hands, Han Dongming would never let him go just because of this.

This was a matter of face.

Since when did the Central Federation's investigation team need permission from the players of the Necromancer Association to carry out special investigation missions?

If they let him go this time, how could they continue the investigation in the future?

How could they continue their work after letting him go?

"Who is the leader outside? Have you investigated thoroughly?"

The subordinate replied, "Someone deliberately leaked the news. It'll take some time to find the source."