How much time has passed, the Qin Family is about to hold two funerals consecutively.
"Brain death. Haha, remarkable, a poor student from Old Factory Street, not only has Chen Ruofu helping to exert pressure and backing him up, but also involves a spiritual master at least at the Perfect Meditation level."
Qin Renying's hand pressed deeply into the boss chair, his nails dug so deep that the resilient leather was physically torn apart, exposing the high-grade sponge inside.
The young man bowed his head and asked:
"Boss, should we continue the investigation?"
Qin Renying waved his hand:
"Stop here. We can't create more incidents. Just now, the Heng Province Martial Arts Association far away in Central City already sent people to Tai'an, supposedly an honorary member, to verify the talent of that poor student.
