The already chilly night suddenly grew colder.
In the study on the top floor of the Martial Arts Alliance headquarters building, Wei Zhongxian narrowed his eyes, fixating on the arrest warrant placed on the table. His fair face remained calm like still water, but an unusual coldness emanated from him.
After a long pause, he finally smiled and said, "So, you failed the task. The infiltrators in the military were eliminated, and we have suffered a setback. And now, Chu Feng dares to issue an arrest warrant against me, threatening to imprison our family?"
"Yes, father." Kneeling in front of the desk, sweat covered Millie Wei Qilin's forehead as he nervously and fearfully responded.
He had received the arrest warrant from Chu Feng and had hesitated for a long time. At last, he decided to inform Wei Zhongxian about everything Chu Feng had said.
Naturally, this arrest warrant found its way onto the table in the Martial Arts Alliance headquarters.
Wei Zhongxian sneered, his stern expression flickering. "Since our family founded the Martial Arts Alliance over ten years ago, this is the first time we have received an arrest warrant."
"Lao Jiu, you did a good job with this task." Wei Zhongxian tore the arrest warrant into pieces with a few swift strokes. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Wei Qilin like a venomous snake.
Bang! Bang!
Wei Qilin's face immediately turned pale. He quickly kowtowed and begged for forgiveness, shouting, "Father, I have been incompetent in my duties. I deserve to die. But considering the many years of hard work and dedication I have put in, I ask you to give me a chance to make amends."
"Make amends? How do you plan to make amends?"
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