After the man left the room, Zhou Gushan could no longer suppress the rage he had held in for so long. It burst forth, followed by a clatter as he swept several stacks of documents from his desk onto the floor in fury.
"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous! You are nothing but a dog. If you did not represent the Pudu Cult, I would have killed you!"
At this moment, Zhou Gushan revealed astonishingly profound martial skill. His aura was vast and powerful, like a Wrathful Wisdom King, fierce and unyielding—entirely unlike his usual outward demeanor.
Only after a long while did he calm his state of mind. His breathing became deep and rhythmic once more. With a casual wave of his hand, an exquisitely controlled burst of force gathered every scattered book and sheet of paper from the floor and returned them to the desk.
He was not one to rail against Heaven and blame others. When faced with a problem, he preferred finding a solution rather than venting endlessly like a mad dog. That did nothing to solve the problem; it would only drag him into a frenzied state of mind.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Gushan rose from his chair and went to the northern wall of his study. He lightly twisted the pure-gold Pixiu placed in the third row and sixth compartment of the bookshelf against the wall. The shelf then split neatly down the middle and slid apart to either side, revealing a smooth wall.
Approaching the wall, Zhou Gushan pressed his palm against a slightly rough patch. As his force surged forth, the wall sank inward and pushed out a wooden box.
Zhou Gushan took the wooden box in hand, returned to his desk, opened it, and removed its contents. They were several booklets.
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