Within the Changlin Trading House, Grand Steward Lord Jie's red beard trembled, his expression gloomy as water, while Old Geng, sitting opposite him, looked even more terrifyingly grim.
From time to time, confidant disciples came in to report a few words, then quietly left.
Moreover, when reporting, they were exceedingly cautious, using Divine Soul Telecommunication directly. Even though today's matter was executed flawlessly, if a single word leaked, it could cost them their heads.
Their boss never lacked for people under him, but hated meddlesome types the most.
However, speaking of it, perhaps all bosses are the same way?
The entire Changlin Trading House seemed shrouded in darkness, with everyone huddled focusing on their tasks. Even with nothing to do, no one uttered an extra word.
This busy atmosphere lasted until the full moon was in the sky, gradually ceasing.
But Lord Jie, whose full name was Jie Lue, appeared even more sullen.
