Lous Club, Gongyuan Association Headquarters.
In the antique-style office, a middle-aged man was sitting.
He was wearing an old-fashioned wool suit and bespoke brown handmade leather shoes.
A steaming cup of coffee sat beside his hand, its aroma wafting through the room.
Standing in front of him was an elderly man, his face lined with wrinkles and age spots, and he was Hillor, the chairman of the Gongyuan Association.
"Your men should be returning soon, right?" the middle-aged man asked.
"They've already landed and are on their way back, they should return to headquarters in a few minutes," Hillor replied.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything further but sipped his coffee, paused for a few seconds, and said:
"Let them rest for a while when they get back, and then make a plan to deal with him."
Although no names were mentioned, Hillor knew who he meant.
"Mr. K, it's easy to kill Lin Yi, but the consequences of killing him are immeasurable," Hillor said:
