Urban Dark Lord

Wang Zheng glanced at Shangguan Yunxiao's already unrecognizable corpse and then took a long, deep breath. Looking up at the sky, he could smell faint traces of blood and gunpowder in the breeze.,Chu Zhaonan was sitting in his office chair flipping through financial reports. Recently, he had been very concerned about financial matters; the company's statements were reported daily and needed to be compiled into special analysis reports.,"Since you pretend not to understand when you clearly do, I'll tell you then."。