Si Qianjun and the others headed out first. As Yang Tianyi and Zhou Mojun passed Lin Shuguang, they said coldly, "Let's see how you get out of this!"
"If you're tired of living, keep talking." Lin Shuguang gave the two a dispassionate glance.
Both men froze, their expressions shifting slightly, then hurried after Si Qianjun.
Lin Shuguang smiled disdainfully and followed them outside.
In the square outside the building.
Seven or eight large trucks bearing the Third Research Institute's emblem formed a long line, crouching quietly and docilely on the ground.
Quite a few people had come this time... besides the Third Research Institute's personnel, there was also a Guard Army contingent responsible for protecting them.
Upon seeing Si Qianjun, more than twenty people immediately saluted and greeted him.
"What are you here for?" Si Qianjun effortlessly exuded an immense sense of pressure.
A middle-aged man stepped out from the Third Research Institute's group. After bowing in greeting, he said respectfully, "There was a minor misunderstanding with your bureau a couple of days ago. This is a small token from our institute: eight hundred sets of War Armor forged using the latest Steelmaking Technique."
As soon as he said this, every sound around them died away.
More than anything, everyone was bewildered and uncertain.
In the past, the Third Research Institute's people had spoken with considerable condescension because of the previous bureau chief and their provincial capital origins. They only restrained themselves slightly when Si Qianjun was present.
But this was the first time they had come to apologize with such fanfare.
Si Qianjun watched the institute's people with a calm yet intensely oppressive gaze.
He had sworn an oath back then, so most of the time, as long as these people did not go too far, he would turn