C418 Thirteen Flying Generals of the Yangmen Sect

Crystal International Building.

At midnight.

Lin Yin had already returned to the CEO's office.

He leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep.

Under the faint moonlight, Lin Yin's facial contours revealed a murderous and cold aura, making people feel intimidated.

Without a sound or sound.

The door to the office had opened at some point in time.

In the huge office