This was an exceptionally clean office, with a marble floor so spotless and reflective it was like a mirror, genuine leather office chairs, crystal ashtrays, and a decorative sword in a sharkskin sheath mounted on a black wooden rack—there was a mix of ice-cold and luxurious aura.
Dugu Han was sitting on the leather sofa behind the office desk, listening to Qin Shimoon's report. The usually capricious beauty appeared well-behaved and professional, her voice calm and gentle as she recounted the recent events in full detail, with a clear and well-organized delivery.
Suddenly, Dugu Han interrupted her report and asked with a frown, "So, are you saying that one of the four newcomers is dead?"
Qin Shimoon nodded, "Yes, but someone has already dealt with it. It won't cause any trouble."
"What about the others? Any casualties recently?"
Qin Shimoon shook her head again, "Since there haven't been any special operations lately, there have been no casualties for the time being."