Shen Tianhuan's Trump Card?

Wang Chao's demeanor was calm, devoid of any killing intent or indifference.

His gaze was composed and serene, simply observing Zhang Jian without displaying any trace of emotion. It was as if an ordinary superior was having a conversation with an ordinary security guard.

However, despite this seemingly tranquil behavior, Zhang Jian felt an immense increase in pressure. His heart raced, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Feeling guilty, Zhang Jian couldn't bring himself to meet Wang Chao's eyes. He lowered his head and stammered, "Minister Wang, I... I don't understand what you mean."

Wang Chao observed Zhang Jian's reaction and remained unperturbed, continuing to drink his tea. He poured some tea for Zhang Jian as well and said calmly, "Are you sure you don't want to speak? If I were to say it, the consequences might be..."

He trailed off without finishing his sentence.

Plop!