The top floor of Victory Group, inside Leng Qingqiu's office.
In front of the large desk, Leng Qingqiu's beautiful eyes were fixed on the computer screen, her ten slender, alabaster-like fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.
Clack!
With a crisp sound, lines of information about the skull-shaped island instantly appeared on the screen in front of her.
Seeing this information, a glint flashed in Leng Qingqiu's eyes as she prepared to meticulously sift through it to find valuable clues.
However, at this moment, Lu Yu strode into Leng Qingqiu's office.
"Zhang Qiren is dead."
Standing before Leng Qingqiu, Lu Yu spoke directly, without any beating around the bush, his words full of somber tones.
"What did you say!?"
Hearing Lu Yu's words, Leng Qingqiu's body stiffened slightly, almost unable to believe her ears.
Knowing that she had just spoken to Professor Zhang Qiren on the phone the day before, now Lu Yu was saying Zhang Qiren was dead; it utterly shocked Leng Qingqiu!
