Jiang Muwan's move was undoubtedly forcing them onto the executioner's block.
This move was utterly merciless.
There was no chance to consider, nor an opportunity to catch one's breath.
Having said that, Muwan turned and left.
Throughout Huazhong, she had shaken up all the veterans except for Jiang Lin and Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei was spared because she was one of her own, while Jiang Lin was spared because she wanted to keep her close—to personally crush her.
"Jiang Muwan, what benefits do you gain from such drastic reforms at Huazhong?" Just as she was about to enter her office, Jiang Lin abruptly pushed the door and came in.
Muwan put her cellphone on the desk, leisurely turned around to look at Jiang Lin, the corners of her lips curving slightly with a hint of coldness and chilliness, "Naturally, there are benefits. I, for one, never do anything pointless."
"Aren't you afraid outsiders will accuse you of being ungrateful and violating morality and righteousness?"
