"Creak," the conference room door was pushed open from the inside.
Chen Fan walked out.
"Brother Chen!"
"Brother Chen, are you alright?"
"What happened?"
Xu Jie and his group stood at the entrance of the conference room, looking tense as they asked.
Not just them, others in the association also gathered around.
The commotion on the second floor wasn’t exactly loud, but it wasn’t quiet either. Even Xu Jie’s group had received the news and rushed over immediately.
At this moment, the bolder ones in the front took a few peeks inside the open conference room, vaguely seeing the president sitting on the ground. Not far away, there seemed to be another figure lying down.
"Just a little trouble, but it’s been resolved," Chen Fan said with a smile.
Xu Jie and his group looked at each other.
A little trouble?
Was it really just a little trouble?
After all, they could smell the scent of blood in the conference room.
Chen Fan didn’t say much and walked forward.
The crowd quickly made way, watching Chen Fan as he walked to the elevator and then disappeared from sight.
Xu Jie’s group swallowed their saliva again. For some reason, today’s Chen Fan gave them a very dangerous feeling.
Zhao Xuewen swallowed and asked, "How about we go in and take a look?"
"Yes, yes. Why is the president sitting on the ground?"
"President?"
They rushed in and were stunned by the scene inside.
They saw a man lying on the ground in a very strange posture, his eyes wide open, blood streaming from his lips, and the carpet nearby was stained red with blood.
"President!"
"President! What happened!"
Tu Yue and the others hurried forward, pulling the pale-faced Sun Wei from the ground and helping him sit on a chair.
Others who entered afterward also gaped at the scene.
A dead person?
No, if they remembered correctly, wasn’t this person from the headquarters? Although he wasn’t wearing a mask, his attire was the same as before, clearly the same person.
Then the question arose, why was he lying on the ground in such a position? Moreover, he looked mostly dead already...
"No, nothing,"
Sun Wei forced a bitter smile and waved.
He was indeed scared by Chen Fan’s words.
If gods block, kill gods; if Buddhas block, kill Buddhas. In other words, if one day, Chen Fan found Ling Yu, uncovered the truth, and wanted to kill Ling Yu, would the president stop him?
Chen Fan would even kill the president?
After all, the president was the indisputable number one in the association! Could Brother Chen really be a match for him?
"Oh my god, that person on the ground is really dead."
"Of course, he’s been lying there for so long without moving, it’s not surprising he’s dead."
"He’s from headquarters, right? If he dies here, won’t headquarters come after us?"
Discussions at the door rose and fell.
Sun Wei glanced at them, "This matter has nothing to do with you, and it won’t affect you. Put your minds at ease and go back to what you were doing."
With the president speaking, the others, despite their questions, could only turn around and leave in twos and threes.
In a blink, only a few Entry Force Level martial artists remained in the conference room.
"President, what exactly is going on?"
Xu Jie couldn’t help but ask. The others’ discussions were correct; the man on the ground was from the headquarters, wasn’t he? How did he end up dead here?
Could it be the work of Brother Chen?
If so, the headquarters learning about it would have unimaginable consequences!
The others also looked nervous.
Some even recognized the corpse, as if they had seen it somewhere before, but couldn’t recall immediately.
"Knowing this won’t benefit you in any way. Just treat it as if nothing happened," Sun Wei sighed.
"But..."
They exchanged glances.
It’s human nature to be curious, not to mention such a bizarre event right before their eyes.
"Wait a moment!"
Gao Shan suddenly exclaimed. He quickly walked over to the corpse, his pupils contracting, "President, is this man, is he Xiao Hong?"
"What? Xiao Hong!"
"Xiao Hong!"
These words made the others’ faces change dramatically, and they rushed forward.
Some even took out their phones, logging into the association and finding Xiao Hong’s picture to compare with.
Instantly, the entire conference room fell silent.
Xu Jie’s group stood in shock, their hair standing on end, eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Sun Wei.
Xiao Hong, a name that resounded like thunder!
Yet he died here? Were they hallucinating?


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