The luxurious presidential suite fell into a sudden, heavy silence.
Li Shaoting and Qi Musen sat opposite each other, neither speaking. Ever since Li Shaoting had posed his question, the atmosphere had seemed to congeal.
Qi Musen slowly stroked the handle of his dragon-headed cane, his natural, commanding presence enough to make an ordinary person unable to even lift their head. Yet, at this moment, Li Shaoting simply offered a faint, silent smile.
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