C498 The Mysterious Assassin Organization

In the chairman's office of Peak Great House, Xie Qian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a coffee cup in his hand. Moden skyscrapers rose and fell, cars shuttled back and forth, and the flow of people was like a tide.

Drinking a mouthful of coffee, the corners of his eyes twitched. Forest Organization, we have never had any grudges