Meeting
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Where is he? I'll seize him now," said Qing Ya, surprised.
"No need," said the Chairman of the New Community. All of a sudden, the force of his body surged, and the space in the meeting room became tight and claustrophobic.
"What are you doing, Mr. Chairman?" Qing Ya was horrified. He couldn't move his body anymore, as if he was frozen by a spell.
"Do you really think I don't know who you are, Qing Ya?" The Chairman walked toward Qing Ya. He reached out his hand, and a box flew out of Qing Ya's pocket.
"Mr. Chairman, I was wrong to keep that. I was a bit greedy. Besides, Fallen Slaughter had already died, so that's why I didn't give you back the box. I'm really sorry," said Qing Ya.
The Chairman didn't pay any attention to Qing Ya. He opened the box and took a look, then he put the box on the desk. He looked at Qing Ya and said, "Since you've seen what's inside the box, then you should've guessed who I am now."