Yuelan Hotel, Suite 888.
"Hmph!" A middle-aged man of no impressive stature, but with a palpable fierceness about him, leisurely lit a cigar and cast a disdainful glance at Zhang Zhaoyang. "I must say, Zhang Zhaoyang, you're supposed to be a big shot on Qiyun Road. How did you end up suffering such a defeat in Lingjin City?"
"The most valuable asset your Juling Group has is its distribution channels! And you just handed them over on a platter?"
"Being a coward yourself is one thing, but why would you give away the distribution channels without my consent?"
This man was none other than the chairman of the Shuofang Group, Xiong Yaotian.
Through the swirling smoke, he squinted, staring coldly at Zhang Zhaoyang. "Don't you realize your pathetic actions indirectly drag me down too?"
"You can hide away here in Lingjin City, but do you have any idea what people are saying about me back on Qiyun Road?"
