Even from a distance of over ten meters, Chen Ke could see the large "XO" on the bottle, a top-tier white brandy.
Lester had mentioned that these targets always had many bodyguards, but from the current situation, Chen Ke hadn't encountered any bodyguards or felt any killing intent.
He could only guess that the man had faced some tremendous setback and, bolstered by the strength of XO, had come alone to the office to rage powerlessly at the air.
Chen Ke cautiously pushed the door slightly open to check for any ambushes; the empty office confirmed his guess, he truly was the only one here.
Expensive oil paintings hung on the walls of the office—rich folks love to do that, throwing money at things they don't understand just to hang them up and elevate their taste.