Dingzhi Building, sixty-third floor.
"Mr. Zhi," George knocked on the door, "Jiang Zhi has made a move."
"That was quick."
Su Dingzhi opened the door and headed towards the elevator entrance.
George followed, "Are we going to cut them off?"
Su Dingzhi, dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit, his hair graying and very short, responded, "I've spent enough on research on Zhou Xufang to build several buildings; how could I just hand it over to Jiang Zhi?"
"What about Young Master Zhi?"
Young Master Zhi and Jiang Zhi were allies.
Su Dingzhi's eyes sharpened, "Since when do I need a prisoner's approval for what I do?"
George pondered on the spot for three seconds, "No need."
Subsequently, the two entered the elevator.
After the elevator doors closed, a man with blonde hair and green eyes emerged at the end of the corridor, looked around, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Qi Bin."
It was pronounced in Chinese.
