"Mr. Chen, what on earth has happened? Whatever it is, I, Gao Zhinan, am at your service." It was hard to imagine such words coming from the city's wealthiest man, the eminent Director Gao of the Vast Sea Group.
This was no longer simple courtesy or humility; he was speaking in the tone of a subordinate. Everyone present looked as if they had seen a ghost. Their faces were utterly stunned, with eyes wide and mouths agape. The silence stretched on until, with a sudden CLATTER, someone, lost in thought, knocked over a wine glass. The sound jolted everyone from their profound shock.
"This... this... this..."
Seeing and hearing this terrifying scene, everyone's hearts began to pound, except for Gao Yuan, who seemed to be taking it slightly better. This was especially true for the father and son, Zhang Xuanfeng and Zhang Kainian. The former's face was a mask of utter panic, while the latter, despite forcing himself to remain calm, was betrayed by the cold sweat beading on his forehead.
