"What is it, Carlos?"
the gentlemanly elder asked, looking at the man who had entered the conference room.
"Everyone, I've just received a message from Hua Yuanhang," the man named Carlos said in a grave voice.
The five people in the conference room all looked intrigued. Hua Yuanhang's party had gone to negotiate with the Donghua Group, and they were eager to know how it went.
Wait.
Then, their expressions shifted. They all sensed something was amiss. After all, none of them were simple individuals.
Zeno was the leader of this delegation. Normally, if the negotiations had been successful, he would have been the one to report back.
"It seems our delegation to Donghua has met with an accident," the hunched old man with his head wrapped in gauze said. "Go on, tell us what happened."
