In the hotel suite, the lights were as bright as daylight.
Yet the three faces seemed shrouded in shadows, looking unpredictable.
Two of them were the middle-aged man and the young Xiao Bei who had encountered Fang Cheng in the elevator that early morning.
"Old Wolf, who exactly is the person you mentioned?"
The third person sitting opposite spoke up with a question.
He was obese, with a round belly stretching his shirt tight, and his small eyes narrowed into slits, exuding shrewdness and suspicion.
Pausing for a moment, he added:
"We can't possibly let a stranger with an unknown background join the team. How can everyone trust him?"
The middle-aged man, dressed in a gray jacket today, had short, neat hair and a rugged face, showing no signs of the weakness from the severe injuries he previously suffered.
At the moment, he was lightly rubbing his chin, with a slight furrow of the brow, not immediately answering the other person.
After a while, he slowly spoke:
