C793 Assassin

His father, Wan Xiong, was swaying the wine glass as he coldly looked at the succession of recruitment data.

For a moment, the hand that was holding the wine glass trembled.

"Could you repeat what happened today?" Wan Xiong had already asked his son to recount what had happened to Faang Han for the tenth time.

"Dad, I don't want to say it anymore. This Faang Han has ruined my reputation