For a moment, over a dozen gazes simultaneously swept toward the door of the conference room.
Lin Hai walked in with measured steps, Wang Muxin closely following behind him, holding a stack of thick documents in her hands.
Zhao Diao wanted to speak up, but noticed the icy sparks in Lin Hai's eyes, and his dominant entrance made one's heart tremble, encapsulating a profound suffocating feeling.
Today, Lin Hai was dressed in a black suit, exuding an imposing aura that seemed to freeze the atmosphere of the conference room. If a Gambling God's theme could have played in the background, it would probably have felt like the opening scene of a blockbuster movie.
"Chairman Gao, the evidence of your crimes has been printed out, all here!"
"What more do you have to say!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Muxin laid out the crime evidence on the conference table.
"As for the shares, what virtues or abilities do you have to own thirty percent? What a joke!"
