Huang Sen let out a cold laugh, "He designed the machine, so when there was an accident, of course he's the primary person responsible. How can you say I'm framing him?"
"No! Clearly it was you—"
Zhan Qiang hadn't finished speaking when he heard Huang Sen shout, "Master Qian, you're here—"
Zhan Qiang thought that Qian Guozhong had really arrived and turned his head to look, when Huang Sen quickly picked up a golden dragon sculpture from the table and struck Zhan Qiang on the back of his head.
"You—" Zhan Qiang clutched the back of his head, but blood was already gushing out through his fingers. He pointed at Huang Sen, managed a single word, then collapsed heavily to the ground, immobile.
Huang Sen put down the golden dragon sculpture, hoisted Zhan Qiang out of the office, into the elevator, all the way to the underground garage, threw Zhan Qiang into the back seat, and drove off quickly.
