0058 Jinyang Guard!_1

Jinxiu Group, the thirty-sixth floor!

In a vast conference room, an old man dressed in a Tang suit sat at the head of a long table, holding a cane in his hand. His complexion was somewhat ashen, but an aura of unspoken authority emanated from him.

Although the elderly man's hair was completely white, he still looked spirited and showed no signs of decay.

This person was the chairman of the Jinxiu Group, the supreme leader of the Jin Yang Society, a legendary figure in Tianhai City...

Fang Wenjin!

At the moment, several other elderly men were seated on both sides of the long table, with rows of burly men in black suits standing behind them. From their eyes, it seemed that they were well-trained bodyguards.

On the walls of the conference room, there stood a pure gold statue of Guan Gong with various offerings placed in front of it.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive. Fang Wenjin's face was somber, his gaze fixed on one of the middle-aged men.