As figures nodded farewell before going offline one after another, the screens around the table gradually went dark.
The meeting room doors opened.
After confirming the overall situation in their discussion and listening to the senior securities executives behind Lancelot give a detailed report on recent developments before the large screen,
the two-hour financial meeting finally came to an end.
His head was filled with things like market openings, K-lines, short selling, call and put options, market capitalization, margin—basically a pile of concepts and complicated formulas and numbers he did not understand at all.
Following Adeline out of Huaqi Bank's main conference room,
Fang Ran felt like he could finally catch his breath.
"Whew."
"Master, do you feel the situation is somewhat troublesome?"
Seeing him rub his temples, Adeline turned her gaze toward him and asked. Her slender figure, clad in a pure white suit, looked cool and noble.
"This is way beyond merely feeling that it's troublesome."
The situation was clearly on the brink of disaster!
Tanker escort, investigation at the black-market tavern, the Houston car battle, the scenario, the attack at the ball, the interception in the outskirts, the underground battle, the breakout in Calgary, the dark energy storm, the appearance of an A-rank designation—
Everything from the past few days had yet to fade from his mind. Yet even after surviving so many crises, without even having time to rest, he had entered another field early this morning.
Fang Ran found that the situation was still far from optimistic.
It was even desperately urgent!
Future Conglomerate might succeed in just the last few days, yet they still had not even confirmed the enemy's method!
This time, they did not hold all the winning cards from the start. Without the strength of veteran participants like Serica, he could