"I'm only here to go through the motions." Lin Cheng sounded casual, utterly unconcerned.
"The Ghost Handler training system at your Headquarters is certainly more structured than leaving them to fend for themselves."
"My people need that theoretical grounding too."
At those words, Zhao Jianguo relaxed a little.
"As long as you aren't opposed to it, Boss Lin. After all, the Forum and Headquarters have never been enemies. Our broader goals are aligned."
Lin Cheng said nothing more. Instead, he walked around the long table as naturally as could be and headed for the seat at its head, directly opposite the large screen.
During ordinary meetings, that central seat was reserved for Professor Wang or Zhao Jianguo.
But he pulled out the chair and sat straight down.
No one dared say a word to stop him.
Though the three captains in the conference room had very different personalities, they all tacitly remained silent at that moment.
The corner of Zhao Jianguo's mouth twitched. He could only accept the situation, quietly pull out the chair beside him, and sit down.
Li Leping continued staring at the tabletop with vacant eyes.
Wang Chalin, seated diagonally opposite, had adopted an extremely tense, defensive posture.
Deep wariness filled his eyes.
Through his vision, Lin Cheng clearly saw the strange phenomena surrounding Wang Chalin.
It was not an ordinary leakage of paranormal power, but four remarkably solid, chilling apparitions.
They guarded Wang Chalin's sides in a tight formation.
Directly in front were two elderly apparitions dressed in the style of the Republican era.
On either side stood another two terrifying, somewhat middle-aged figures.
They were paranormal legacies left by his forebears.
Three generations of Ghost Handlers in a single family-the odds of that were nothing short of miraculous in this age of paranormal revival.
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