Chapter 301: Thunderous Counterattack, Turbulent Undercurrents

The top-floor office of the Dehui Group was unnervingly silent. The silence was that of a volcano moments before a cataclysmic eruption. Yao Lengjun stood before his floor-to-ceiling window, his back rigid, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The reflection in the glass showed a face contorted by a mixture of incredulous shock and pure, unadulterated rage. The phone he had just thrown lay in pieces on the expensive Persian rug, its screen a spiderweb of shattered glass. Ten billion....