Jincheng New District.
In a secluded villa.
You Jinghong lit a cigarette, the room filled with swirling smoke that obscured his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
After crushing out the cigarette butt, You Jinghong decisively took out his phone and dialed a number.
The call connected, but there was no sound from the other end, only silent breathing.
"They will be checking here soon. Either stop the experiment and clean up the evidence, or I will arrest you myself," said You Jinghong, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"You Jinghong, have you taken our money for all these years for nothing?" a sneer came from the other end of the phone.
"Do you know how much of Beast Taming's growth resources were provided by our money? Delay them for three more days! I'll send you another batch of resources."