"Hello, Mr. Leng! It would be disrespectful to welcome you from afar!" The man bowed.
"Jiro-kun, how was the mission I assigned you last time?" Leng Shaobai glanced at him. He waved his right hand, and the strong man behind him immediately pushed the wheelchair one step forward. Without waiting for Jiro to answer, Leng Shaobai continued to ask:
"Last week I told you to immediately block the business of Hongrong Group, but you haven't taken any action yet?"
Leng Shaobai's heart has long been filled with anger. From the moment he woke up, he has changed into a different person. From the beginning, he roared with anger, even seeking death and survival, but later decided to live strong and must destroy hatred.
After all, no matter what, we cannot let Li Si and Su Rou, a pair of losers, live in this world.
"Leng Jun, you can't be impatient about this matter!" Jiro half-bowed, and the men in black behind him didn't even dare to raise their heads. Although they didn't know who the weird man in front of them was, from the president, they were all very interested in him.
It can be seen from such a respectful attitude that this person is definitely not a simple person. Jiro hurriedly explained: "I have now begun to infiltrate China, and will gradually contact the Hongrong Group and slowly look for opportunities!"
Leng Shaobai's eyes flickered, he scanned the scene, then nodded and said: "I need you to control Hongrong Group as soon as possible. I want to give Su Rou a surprise. In addition, Li Si also needs to hurry up.
Got it!"
"Yes!" Jiro nodded hurriedly and said, "I have brought the Black Evil organization under control. Hong Kong should take action soon. I hope they will not let us down!"
"That's good!" Leng Shaobai nodded.
"Master, Dr. Chen is calling and I hope you can go back quickly!" After answering the phone, the strong man behind him hurriedly leaned over Leng Shaobai's ear and said: "Your condition is not stable yet, we'd better go back first!"
"Yeah!" Leng Shaobai nodded and responded.
Then, the strong man pushed Leng Shaobai slowly away, and Jiro dared to straighten up his back. He exhaled a breath of turbidity. Facing Leng Shaobai, he was really depressed. It was clear that Leng Shaobai did not release any pressure.
But I feel so uncomfortable. Maybe this is the aura of the superior person.
"President, who is that... that strange man?" a young man behind him asked hurriedly.
