C215 Enemies Are Narrow

In the meeting room, Leng Shaoheng sat at the head seat and listened to his subordinates' reports. His arms were propped up on the wooden table, and his long fingers were crossed over each other. His chin, which looked like a knife cutting through axes, was gently placed on top of it. His posture was languid and distant.

His face was unusually ugly. His thin lips were pressed into a cold arc