"Uncle Yun, you really are well-informed..." Pu Yunchuan said indifferently after his smile faded.
He had booked his afternoon flight to Yanjing on his phone that morning and left right after. Even his parents didn't know about it. How had the other party heard?
At that thought, a cold glint flashed deep in Pu Yunchuan's eyes, and Director Yun instantly stiffened in place.
The feeling was strange. In the middle of summer, the light around him seemed to fade away in an instant. Everything began to blur and disappear from his sight, as though he were being isolated. His body couldn't move at all—not even his eyes—and he couldn't even signal Pu Yunchuan's father.
In an instant... all that remained in his field of vision was Pu Yunchuan. It was as if nothing else existed between heaven and earth besides those indifferent eyes.
What did this kid do?
Director Yun couldn't understand it at all. Could he really dare to openly hurt him? Not to mention their relationship with Pu Yunchuan's father, just considering his own status, would the boy truly dare to make a move? Did he really think the government was merely for show?
The present was a period of transition. The conflict between D-Ball's upper echelons and the high-level players from the Star Realm was actually immense, because no one could accept the cruel reality of losing, in an instant, the advantages they had accumulated over decades—or even those their families had built up over centuries.
It was just that, with even greater profits at stake, this conflict had not yet fully erupted. At a time like this, all it would take was one sharp incident to break the balance between both sides. Everyone knew, however, that whoever broke it would become the trigger for the conflict's