Chapter 191: You Think You're Worthy?

The door was shoved open and four people burst in. Leading them was a man around fifty, dressed in a crisp suit, with salt-and-pepper hair at the temples, carrying an old-fashioned briefcase. He looked every inch the government official, radiating stern authority. Two women followed close behind, both in their forties. One was heavyset, with a double chin, dressed to the nines and clutching a bag worth a few thousand dollars. The other, also in her forties, was her stark opposite-thin as a reed,...