C135 Trash

"What did you say?" Fei Junxiang's voice was filled with surprise as he spoke on the phone. But beyond the surprise, there was an unprecedented sense of panic.

Throughout his career, he had weathered many storms. Even when he had been stabbed eighteen times, he had never felt the panic he was experiencing now.

He knew his time at the top was coming to an end.

Driving to Sihai CNC