readbooksol Chapter 1302 - 632:
Chapter 1302 - 632:
The bustling Jiangdong Business District.
Skyscrapers stand tall, and the traffic moves forward like colorful beetles, head to tail.
Inside the top floor office of one high-end office building.
The central air conditioner’s vent continuously emits a low hum, releasing bouts of cold air.
The blinds slice the sunlight into stripes, casting across the exquisite carpet.
A tremendously obese man slumps on the spacious leather sofa in the office.
Despite the cool temperature inside, his chubby face remains covered in sweat.
He clutches a wrinkled handkerchief, incessantly wiping his forehead and thick neck.
His tie is crooked, moving with his heavy breathing.
Sitting opposite him is a handsome, dark-eyed young man.
He holds an empty glass cup, his lips pressed into a tight line.
Occasionally, they lift their heads, exchanging glances briefly, only to quickly avert their eyes, as if shocked.
Neither of them speaks; the spacious office is filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing.
These two survivors of the Noah Building disaster who have vanished for days are Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng.
This place is the newly activated base of Noah’s East Capital Branch.
The night they escaped the building’s wreckage feels like a haunting nightmare.
Whenever Feng Jincai closes his eyes, he seems to relive the carnage of that time, smelling the pungent scent of blood and the burnt dust of concrete.
After the lab explosion, the Special Search Team roamed the city like wolves, hunting Noah organization’s members.
Many peripheral bases were raided, and numerous cadres and leaders were arrested in succession.
If not for the Xiao Family offering help and hidden channels at the critical moment.
The branch head like him would have long been captured by the Special Search Team and locked in the infamous Black Prison.
Though heavily battered, the East Capital Branch still retains some vitality under the Xiao Family’s protection.
A week ago, the Noah Board of Directors finally issued its disciplinary measures.
Feng Jincai’s performance for three years was deducted, and all higher pharmaceutical supplies were cut off.
The punishment seems mild, yet Feng Jincai’s mind is clear as if lit by daylight.
East Capital is now a thorough mess, the eye of the storm.
Competent high-level cadres avoid it like the plague, fearing to become infested.
Those lacking ability, even if they want to take over, cannot maintain control.
Ultimately, only he remains, a branch veteran guilty yet redeemable.
The orders from above are explicit.
Besides preserving core assets like Noah Pharmaceutical, there must be a complete strategic retreat for at least a year, awaiting further instructions from headquarters.
Feng Jincai lifts his hand to his collar, wipes his sweat, and exhales a long, thick breath.
He knows clearly that once the situation settles, the final judgment from the board will inevitably come.
But he’s past caring.
His sole thought now is to weather this storm and find a quiet retirement department to settle down peacefully.
As for promotion and family honor, damn it all.
Feng Jincai’s face is weary; his bloated body sinks further into the sofa, a hint of luck flashing in his eyes.
As long as he still holds value to the organization, he can keep his life for now.
Whatever comes in the future can only be dealt with one step at a time.
Sitting opposite, Zhuo Feng lifts the empty glass, about to sip when he finds it empty, so he puts it back disappointedly.
His gaze passes over Feng Jincai’s shoulder, fixating on the wall clock.
The ticking of the second hand seems to constantly strike his nerves.
Zhuo Feng’s mind repeatedly flashes back to the scenes of that night.
The Demon God, engulfed in flaming red-gold fire, wearing an Evil Ghost Mask.
That kind of devastating, building-crushing strength shattered all his pride as Noah’s genius newcomer.
During this time, he’s utilized every connection, sending over a dozen secret letters to headquarters’ patrons, pleading to be transferred from the East Capital Branch.
All responses are silent as a stone dropped into the ocean, not even a punctuation mark of rejection.
Zhuo Feng, irritated, tugs at his tight tie, inwardly cursing:
"Utterly unlucky!"
Initially, he listened to others and came to East Capital for gold plating, yet gained nothing and turned into a disposable pawn potentially crushed anytime.
At this moment, the two are not idly sitting here, but waiting for a person who can decide their future fate.
"Why hasn’t he come yet?"
Zhuo Feng pours a glass of water, takes a sip, and then puts the cup heavily on the coffee table, sending a sharp sound of glass collision.
"Hold your nerve."
Feng Jincai laboriously shifts his obese body, the leather sofa protesting with a series of squeaks.
He lowers his voice, his gaze flickering, advising:
"Later when he arrives, keep your eyes sharp, remember what I briefed you before?"
"I remember."
Zhuo Feng inhales two deep breaths of cold air, forcefully quelling his agitation, and repeats word by word:
"Jia Sangyi ascended to S-Class and went mad, Spirit is thoroughly deranged. He secretly colluded with Luo Lie, intending to cover up the experiment’s progress and provoke White Owl’s revenge, ultimately leading to Inner World’s collapse and chaos... All these disasters are caused by those two."
Feng Jincai nods in satisfaction, his thick lips curling into a cold arc.
The dead cannot speak, nor can the insane Jia Sangyi argue.