"Luo Yuanzhi? What the hell does that bastard Luo Yuanzhi want to do?" In a courtyard of the Old Chen Family of Capital City, an elderly man with graying hair furiously slammed his cellphone to the ground, smashing it to bits. Yet, as if that wasn't enough, he slapped the table and shot to his feet. His aged face, etched with solemnity and grim determination, trembled with rage.
The name 'Luo Yuanzhi' was no joke. Even when Chen Huaqin himself had held a position among the military bigwigs, he was always considered a notch below Luo Yuanzhi. Not to mention, the man was now the head of a special unit like Flying Leopard!
How many notable special units were there in the entire Republic? You could count them on two hands, and that was including titans like the Four Departments of Capital City. The implication was self-evident. A person in such a position, if they advanced just one more step, would be nearly on par with those sitting in the highest seats of power.
