Yang Jian flew a helicopter back to Dachang City with Tong Qian and Feng Quan.
"When did you learn to fly a helicopter?" Tong Qian asked curiously on the way.
"Today," Yang Jian replied.
"..."
The helicopter landed at Shangtong Building. Before setting off, Yang Jian had already informed everyone to gather there for a meeting.
About half an hour later.
On the top floor of Shangtong Building.
Yang Jian's office was already full.
Rather than people, though, most of them were Ghost Tamers.
Tong Qian, Feng Quan, Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Xiong Wenwen—counting himself, there were a full six Ghost Tamers. Zhang Han was already dead and could not be saved, which was rather regrettable.
"Boss Yang, your drink."
Zhang Liqin, acting as his secretary, lowered her head slightly and said nothing. She carefully handed him a cola, then obediently stepped aside after Yang Jian accepted it, making herself as unobtrusive as air.
Yang Jian drank his cola. His face was pale and expressionless, while his pitch-black eyes shifted slightly with a faint red glow flickering within them.
He swept his gaze over everyone. Neither angry nor pleased, he slowly said, "To be honest, I'm very disappointed in your performance. Just a few Ghost Tamers took advantage of my absence and joined forces to crush our entire team. Six people—we had six people, yet the three of them nearly wiped us out."
"Even without Gu Cheng, Xu Feng, Liao Fan, and that Pei Dong alone caused you devastating losses."
Everyone fell silent.
What had happened today had indeed been dangerous. They had truly come close to being wiped out.
"This was brought on by me. Someone had their eyes on me, and I shouldn't have brought danger to Dachang City."
Feng Quan's face was numb as he spoke in