When Edwin emerged from the secret room, his subordinates gathered around him.
"Chairman, are you alright?"
"Chairman, where's that person?"
One by one, they surrounded Edwin, expressing their concern.
With a cigar in his mouth, Edwin replied, "He's already left, didn't you see him?"
The crowd looked at each other and shook their heads.
Only a few mid-level staff remained silent.
Wall said, "There was a gust of wind blowing from the secret room just now, and I saw a figure dash out. It must have been him. Damn, I bet he was scared and ran off."
Edwin dismissed his subordinates, taking only three core members with him as they walked and chatted, heading back to the living room. All four sat down.
"This person is a cultivator. If it comes to a fight, it's hard to handle," Edwin pondered as he sank into the sofa. Despite his words, his face maintained a smile, as if nothing had happened.
