Zhao Gang no longer considered himself superior to Qiu Ming, especially now that he was a master of the Saint Realm, and saw even less need to show any respect to the head of the Special Security Bureau. His heart filled with intense rage, his words came out naturally unkind.
Facing this attitude from Qiu Ming, Wang Ruofeng and He Fang both darkened in expression, but Zhao Gang remained calm as he spoke:
"Qiu Ming, all of this can only be blamed on Qiu Jie himself. He was the one who provoked the trouble. The bureau will compensate him accordingly. I think it's best to let this matter rest."
"Let it rest? Haha!"
Qiu Ming's face turned chillingly cold as he mockingly chuckled a few times, giving off a spine-tingling vibe, he said coldly, "Director Zhao, if I were to cripple all of your abilities, would you just let it rest then?"