The photo depicted the disfigured and intolerably gruesome scene of Zhang Qiang's smashed corpse.
"Ugh..."
Someone couldn't help but vomit.
"You, you..."
Zhang Bolin looked at the photo of the deceased Zhang Qiang and instantly understood.
"Alright, I know now, my Uncle Xiong and big brother were definitely killed by you. You conspired with outsiders to harm them and killed your threatening rival Zhang Qiang. You're ruthless, truly ruthless."
"Someone, someone..."
Zhang Bolong pressed the emergency button and began calling for security.
"Vice President Zhang, whom are you looking for?"
Shortly after, a group of people rushed in from outside the door.
However, they weren't security but a group of brawny men in black uniforms.
Embroidered on the chest of all their clothes was a White Dragon.
"It's, it's people from the White Dragon Association..."
Upon seeing these clothes, everyone in the meeting room immediately recognized their origin.
