No one had expected things to reach this point, and no one was more frustrated and regretful than Mr. Chen, the general manager of Hongda Finance, and the people behind him.
They hadn't even tasted the damn lamb yet, and already its stink was all over them.
No, forget the meat—they hadn't even had a sip of the broth.
Inside Hongda Finance's office building, Mr. Chen had lost his earlier composure, while Young Master Hu, who usually acted as if victory were assured, was close to losing his mind.
"Chen Bingde, is this what you call getting things done? Didn't you say there wouldn't be a problem?" Young Master Hu roared hysterically.
A supposedly foolproof plan had turned into this mess. Young Master Hu felt ready to explode.
Mr. Chen's face was bitter. He was just as bewildered!
How could there be ghosts? Why would there be ghosts? Why the hell did they have to show up now?
Mr. Chen refused to believe this was really a haunting, even though those bastards had described it so vividly that it almost sounded real.
Actually, whether there were ghosts no longer mattered. Those men had already spilled everything, and someone had pinned the whole filthy mess on Hongda Finance. That made things difficult.
Granted, the mess belonged to Hongda Finance in the first place, but Mr. Chen didn't want to take the blame!
"Young Master Hu, do you think Phantom Immortal Technology could be behind this?" Mr. Chen suddenly looked as though he'd found a lifeline.
Young Master Hu glared at Mr. Chen as if he were an idiot. "I've already had people ask the fire department and the Public Security Bureau. That house really did collapse on its own, and those seven men really did injure themselves while walking past the