The top floor of the Management Committee Building.
At this time, there were many beast soldiers standing here, as if they were protecting something, or guarding prisoners.
Song Xinrong went up to the top floor. He was not stopped by the soldiers and walked straight to the innermost side of the top floor corridor.
There was a conference room there that was temporarily converted into a "cell".
He took out his ID, swiped his card, verified his fingerprint, confirmed his identity, and then pushed the door open.
You can feel the comfort and expensiveness of this temporary "cell" at first sight.
Next to the antique screen is a half-human-high white jade carved vase with flowers in it.
Go around the screen and you will see a set of solid wood carved tables and chairs.
These alone are already very expensive, not to mention all the other small bits and pieces.
Rather than a prison cell, it is more like a special VIP room.
An old man was sitting on a solid wood carved bench.
There were a few beautiful glass cups on the table in front of him, with some unfinished tea left in them.
He looked listless and had a droopy face.
When he turned around and looked at the door, Song Xinrong looked at him.
Song Xinrong immediately judged that the old man's mental state was in danger.
Only a glimmer of hope still floated in his eyes.
Obviously, many people had visited before he came to see the old man.
Song Xinrong knew what those people said to him, and he also knew what the only hope left in his eyes was.
He is always good at observing people's expressions and is also the president's secretary, so he is always right in guessing things like this.
Song Xinrong walked forward and greeted him respectfully, "Good evening, Mr. Hua."
The tone was not flattering.
His current identity is the president's secretary, representing the president's face, so he cannot be servile.
"Good evening."
After saying hello, he naturally began to reveal a hint of regret and sadness.
The actions of emotional control are precise, more deliberate and less indifferent.
"Mr. Hua, I bring you some unfortunate news."
There was a hint of heaviness in Song Xinrong's tone.
"Your son just sent back a distress signal. He's in critical condition. The attacker... is most likely from Lan Tiao's side."
The truth is mixed with lies, and the murderer has naturally not been found yet, but in the eyes of the Lingyun Rainforest Beast Clan’s top leaders, the murderer has been identified.
Hua Guangqi just felt dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and his vision began to go black.
For him, this news was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He began to lose his breath and his blood pressure rose rapidly.
For an elderly person, this is very dangerous.
Song Xinrong noticed something was wrong at that time.
Mr. Hua's face turned red and he was about to faint.
He had prepared in advance.
Picking up the communicator hanging on his belt, he called the doctor waiting at the door.
Not long after, about two minutes later, Hua Guangqi returned to normal.
However, his face turned sickly pale, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes disappeared.
Song Xinrong half-knelt in front of Hua Guangqi, who was sitting dejectedly, with hypocritical concern in his tone.
"Please accept my condolences. Also, you need to go to Lantiaozhou at six this morning. I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do to help you."
He changed the subject, activated his talent, and his tone was filled with strange psychic fluctuations.
"However, once you arrive in Lantiaozhou, the main branch will most likely recruit you."
"You know, the main vein has always been greedy."
"If you are fortunate enough to become a member of the Beast Tribe's Main Vein Management Committee, please try not to do anything that harms the interests of the Lingyun Rainforest Beast Tribe."
"Thanks you."
Perhaps Song Xinrong's talent has a unique effect.
Perhaps Hua Guangqi lost his son in his old age and was heartbroken.
Or maybe, both.
Hua Guangqi, immersed in grief, looked at the president's secretary in front of him and spoke slowly.
"You just said...the main lineage will recruit me?"
"Ha, they are so greedy and condescending!"
It was like recruiting him to work in the Lantiao main line, which was some kind of compensation or gift.
A glimmer of revenge mixed with anger ignited in his eyes.
However, the flame was too weak and too fragile.
This little bit of light alone is not enough to make those who are determined to die change their minds.
It will only drag those far away into hell before he falls into the abyss of death.
This is what the Lingyun Rainforest Beast Tribe wants.
They hope that Hua Guangqi, who knows a lot of internal military information of the Lingyun Rainforest Beast Tribe, will die.
And it would be best if the death had nothing to do with the Lingyun Rainforest Beast Tribe.
"There is a high probability, but it is not absolute."
Song Xinrong added.
"But they are urging us to escort you to Lantiaozhou."
"I understand," Hua Guangqi and Song Xinrong looked at each other, "I will not help the Lantiao main line do anything that is detrimental to my hometown."
This time the distance was closer, Song Xinrong looked at him and saw the uncontrollable murderous intent rising in the other's eyes.
Song Xinrong closed his talent with satisfaction.
His mission was accomplished.
Next, we just have to wait for Hua Guangqi to be sent to Lantiaozhou.
…
On the other side, deep above the outskirts of Lingyun Rainforest.
Zisui looked down at the forest under the night sky, wondering where to attack first.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the huge amount of spiritual energy in his body diffused, and his perception spread rapidly.
One kilometer... ten kilometers... one hundred kilometers...
The outskirts of the forest are full of cheap snacks.
They couldn't even sense beings far above their level; their perception passed over them without attracting any attention.
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