"Cut the crap, just tell me, can you handle it or not?" Tang Rao shouted.
"Are you kidding… can I handle it? Let's go!" Han Wanli glared, but Tang Rao always felt there was something else in Han Wanli's eyes.
Tang Rao felt uneasy, wondering if this old Han would encounter setbacks here.
The three of them entered the building quickly.
There were quite a few people coming and going in the building, men and women alike, each dressed in military uniform, with a stern and imposing demeanor.
On the top floor, outside an office door, Han Wanli stopped Tang Rao.
"You two wait here for a moment, I'll go in and negotiate," said Han Wanli.
"Alright, then you go in," Tang Rao didn't say much, just took a seat on a nearby bench.
…
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes…
Han Wanli still hadn't come out, and the office seemed to have used some special soundproofing device, so Tang Rao couldn't hear the conversation inside.
