Ling Tian sat in his office with a deep frown.
He balled his fists so tight, his knuckles turned white and the veins looked like they could pop any given moment. He looked at his attendant who stood right next to him and asked.
"How much do I pay you?"
"Sir?"
"Remind me to cut your salary off for this month."
The attendant gulped nervously and looked at the visitors accusingly. There are around a dozen of them. All of them from the families of the instructors Sam abducted recently.
"Elder Ling. You can chit chat with your assistant later. Please see to our needs."
One of the members who sat behind the crowd attracted Ling Tian's attention.
Ling Tian looked at him. His frown deepening even more. His lips were pursed, almost like he was desperately trying to suppress the urge to say something.
The old man who sat right in front of Ling Tian understood the meaning behind it and said.
