The two individuals in white lab coats were younger than the elderly man, around forty years old.
Hearing what the old man said, the two also showed a look of unwillingness: "Exactly, without Old Ling, they wouldn't have their good days."
"This is nothing but burning bridges after crossing the river."
As they spoke, the two exchanged a glance, and one of them cautiously advised: "Old Ling, the higher-ups are so heartless and disloyal, and they don't value you. Why don't we meddle a bit this time, kill those two people, and let them know that without you, Old Ling, those who are all talk are incapable of doing anything."
Although Old Ling kept a straight face, hesitance filled his eyes, clearly somewhat persuaded.
The man pressing his ear against the door, wishing he could glue it there, heard their conversation and saw Old Ling's silence. His heart immediately turned cold, and he broke into a cold sweat.
