A Truce

Meng Renshu's wrath made the temperature drop significantly, making the others feel nervous around him. 

Mr. Mu looked at two men standing stiffly in front of the young master, anxious that they would say something to aggravate the situation. He knew how terrifying Meng Renshu could be if provoked.

"You lost her? Did I hear that right?" Meng Renshu's cold voice felt like it could freeze to hell. "I hired you due to your professionalism and good reputation. But you have utterly disappointed me. You'd better be prepared for the consequences."

One of the men, who seemed older than the other, bowed profusely. His square face broke out in cold sweats. He couldn't afford to let his yen years career be over here!

"We are truly sorry for the inconvenience we caused. We promised that we would do everything in our power to figure out something to solve this matter."