It's already 8 PM.

I sprinted all the way back to the lifeless administrative office building and took the elevator up.

The office that had just nearly cost me my life was slightly ajar. I walked in, and the bloodstains and such had already been cleaned up.

Only then did I notice that there was a door outline behind the death chair.

Just now, Zhou Jin probably burst out from here to attack Chairman Fang.

I cautiously pushed that door... and it wasn't locked.

I simply walked in. The light inside was as bright as day, like another world.

Various organs and human bodies, as if soaked in formalin, were suspended in glass cabinets in the middle.

It gave me the creeps.

Just as I was about to flee, I suddenly saw a familiar shadow.

Zhou Jin.

The moment our eyes met, he suddenly smiled, a weathered smile.

"Have you recovered well?"

I broke the silence.

"Sit down." He brought me a chair.

"Standing is fine."

Thinking of the recent experience of being threatened by Chairman Fang while pressed into a chair... I probably wouldn't dare to sit in any chair this week.

"You don't trust me?"

I didn't know how to answer him... Objectively speaking, it was true.

I didn't trust this person in front of me, the brother I've had over twenty years of acquaintance with.

"It's all my fault, Brother Li. I really didn't mean to hurt you. It's that bastard Fang who went back on his word."

When mentioning Chairman Fang, a strange gleam of ferocity flashed in Zhou Jin's eyes.

"I never intended to hurt you... although it's true I dealt with Zhang Jiao."