583 Fumeng, Lone Wolf

At the same time.

In a corner of Beijing.

A man wearing a golden mask sitting at the left side of a hall suddenly stood up and looked down at a text message.

Light flashed in his dark eyes.

Although he was still in a meeting, he immediately walked out of the hall.

"Where are you going? Mr. Yang is still waiting for us," a middle-aged man couldn't help but stand up and say.

The man was extremely cold and his voice was commanding. Even his most loyal confidant was afraid of him. In an icy tone with no emotion, he replied, "I'm busy."

The meeting had not ended. Everyone else stared at his back view, and no one dared to say anything.

The atmosphere was very solemn.

After he left, someone finally spoke. "Now that Xie Fumeng has left, what should we do? Mr. Yang is still…"