As soon as he returned to the Qiqi Trading Company, Chen Mu left them with, "No one is to come in without my permission," then ducked into the training room. After all these days, A Sang had grown quite familiar with his routine and showed little surprise. She had plenty to keep her busy as well. The violent deaths of the Miao father and son would undoubtedly plunge the Southern Star Group into chaos.
For the Qiqi Trading Company, this not only resolved its current crisis but also presented an excellent opportunity to expand. Yet the clever A Sang also understood that the deaths of the Miao father and son would become the fuse that ignited chaos throughout Zhaerqian. What course should the Qiqi Trading Company take amid this turmoil, not only to survive the maelstrom but also to seize the chance to rise?
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, yet this was precisely when she needed to coolly assess the situation. Every faction in this maelstrom was far more powerful than she was. Any of them could crush her to pieces with a casual flick of a little finger.
When Chen Mu entered the training room, Wei'a was already waiting inside, with a young boy beside him. Seeing Wei'a, Chen Mu smiled. "Good thing you were there, or I would've been in real trouble." With that, he casually dropped Sang Hanshui onto the floor.
Wei'a's expression did not change. To him, such things were perfectly normal.
Chen Mu had not expected a response from Wei'a anyway. His gaze lingered more on the boy beside him. The boy was about twelve or thirteen, with dark skin and a round, clean-shaven head. His two thick black eyebrows looked as though they had been painted on with ink, and his expression was utterly serious,