"Boom!!"
A solid wood table shattered into pieces with the fall of a palm.
"What happened?" Another man, sitting beside the owner of the powerful palm, looked on in surprise at the person who had just hung up the phone.
"Song Zhe is dead."
"Dead? What happened?" The man's eyebrows lifted as he asked, unable to conceal his interest.
"The official statement is that he fell off a cliff and broke his neck. But I know that's not the case." It was a woman speaking, her voice had a somber tone.
"Is that so? And what makes you suspect that Song Zhe didn't die from the fall?" The man asked with a light chuckle.
The woman shook her head lightly, "Whether he's dead or not doesn't matter to me; what's crucial is, someone has broken through my medicine!"
"What?!"
Hearing the woman's words, the initially relaxed man finally became serious.
"How could this be possible? How could anyone break the code of our medicine?"
