"Of course. Rest assured, Mr. Jiang, with the Poison Medicine Sect around, no matter how skilled An Yiqing is, she's just a little girl after all."
...
At the press conference, the atmosphere plummeted to freezing point due to the female journalist's question. The reporters angrily glared at Zhang Yuksheng, waiting for him to provide an explanation.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuksheng suddenly laughed. He looked at the female reporter with a somewhat meaningful gaze.
"Since everyone wants evidence, then please, everyone follow me in watching a splendid show next."
With that, the large screen lit up. In a luxurious and grand office, a man dressed in a gray suit sat behind the desk, and opposite him, three middle-aged men dressed in outdated clothes sat on the couch, looking nervous and on edge.
"Zhang Yun, Wang Hu, Zhao Dalong." The man in the suit named the three men one by one, making them jump in surprise.
