Since everyone was there, he told his mortal enemies outside.
Now it's up to them to convey the message: come or not, it's up to them. Tian He had inquired about this Mr. Xie for him; he was a ruthless character who killed without blinking an eye.
Jiang Shuyin's original words were: Xie Yin is quite formidable. He is straightforward in his actions, and those who offend him generally don't live long.
When Tian He relayed the message to Cao Jing, he modified it, and it changed its flavor.
It took two hours for everyone to arrive. With that kind of efficiency, it's clear that people are too busy and don't value their time.
Xie Yin casually sat down in a chair next to his desk, and said in a low voice without deliberately raising his voice, "The search team needs to be reduced in size. There are 30 slots. You can decide for yourselves. Give me the list tomorrow."
A thunderous roar struck the ground, numbing Cao Jing.
Seeing that he was like this, the others felt a little more at ease, but then more doubts arose: "We were doing a good job, why the downsizing? We made so many contributions during the heavy snow before the New Year, are you going to discard us now? What kind of talk is this? We don't agree."
Xie Yin warned: "Mutant humans."
Suddenly, everyone realized, where did the mutants go? The search team was doing the work of city management officers every day, wielding the power of the underworld, and as for the mutants they were supposed to deal with, they couldn't even remember how long it had been since they last saw them.
It's so strange, it's like it was cursed and erased from my mind.
Besides, there's the special task force. It's really not their job, but the decision not to disband them on the spot was made after careful consideration by the higher-ups. There are many unemployed people in the city, and having search teams patrolling can effectively reduce criminal activity to a certain extent.
Thirty people, which is equivalent to one-tenth of the population.
Cao Jing was in a real bind. He couldn't leave, but some of his men were bound to leave. He was torn between them.
Xie Yin was only responsible for relaying the message, casually raising his knuckles to tap the table: "Another cigarette, please."
Upon hearing the commotion, everyone inside stood up and offered the boss a cigarette.
Xie Yin's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the cigarettes of varying thicknesses and lengths in front of him.
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