Leaving the traditional Chinese medicine shop, Yang Jian checked the time—it was already evening.
Too many things had happened today, from the headquarters meeting, to Zhang Xiangguang's ghost painting plan, and then the conversation with the elderly man from the Republic of China era. He had been busy all day and decided to return to Dachang City for some sleep.
The major issues had been dealt with, and he had no mind for the remaining trivial matters.
As for the still unfinished headquarters meeting, Yang Jian felt there was no need to continue it.
After all, most of the captains were busy with their own issues.
At Guanjiang Residential Complex, in a five-story villa with its lights on, there was an indoor swimming pool on the third floor. The water in this pool was cold and deep, as if connected to an unknown abyss.
Soon.
In the clear pool water, a human figure emerged, accompanied by the sound of splashing water, as Yang Jian slowly walked out of the pool.
