"Is there any movement on the fourth floor?"
Chen Bingjiang pushed the door open and asked in a deep voice to the middle-aged man sitting in the chair.
The man's name was Zhou Dayong, one of his most capable men.
The surveillance room was under his command.
Upon seeing his boss entering, Zhou Dayong immediately gave up his seat, saying obsequiously,
"Boss, there's no movement at all."
As he spoke, he also pointed to one of the monitors.
On the screen was an office where Xu Lin was talking to several people.
Most likely there had been some conflict among those below, and he was attempting to mediate, but judging by the others' reactions, it wasn't very effective.
Chen Bingjiang glanced at it and let out a cold laugh.
"Ha, he's still the same as before."
"A real Mr. Nice Guy."
He continued speaking while looking at Zhou Dayong. Seeing the fear on the latter's face, he felt a secret pleasure.
Xu Lin ultimately failed to understand this principle.