After Chen Jicheng left, the three men in the office sank into silence. Kong Dexun’s legs gave way, and he slumped into the sofa, beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead. He could feel that Wang Yueshu had been fully prepared to die with them just moments ago; had Chen Jicheng arrived a few minutes later, he would have been forty years dead.
Kong Dexun took out a cigar, lit it, and leaned back on the sofa, remaining silent for a long time. Liu Yun and the secretary stood ramrod straight in front of the sofa, heads bowed, not daring to move.
A full ten minutes passed before Kong Dexun set down his cigar and fixed a cold, sinister gaze on Liu Yun. "Commander Liu, the goods are lost, and you couldn't get them back. You tried to capture a woman and nearly got me killed. Tell me, what use do I have for you?"
Chapter 109