At this moment, footsteps echoed through the corridor.
The Netherworld King immediately stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on a respectful expression, looking to approach.
But it was an assistant who came out, "Sorry, guests from the emergency handling department, today is the chairman's daughter's... health check-up day, we cannot receive you."
The Netherworld King's eyelids sank.
He looked at the transparent glass, in the distance below... a middle-aged man with pale hair was affectionately pushing a frail girl towards a car.
"I understand..."
The Netherworld King took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I'll come back another day."
He left with the others, his gaze slightly dark.
Someone whispered from behind, "Boss, according to our investigation, isn't that guy's daughter supposed to have a check-up once a month? Why is it happening again now?"