Zhang Beixing entered the conference room. At this moment, the Nanhe Martial Arts Association, the Sujiang Martial Arts Association, the Nanyun Martial Arts Association, along with a local administrative official from Nanyun, and a couple of personnel from intelligence-related departments, had all appeared on the video call interface.
Most of these people were already over fifty and were heavyweight figures in their respective fields.
Ordinarily, it would be hard for many to meet them, yet now they were all quietly waiting for Zhang Beixing's arrival.
The door opened, and Zhang Beixing walked into the conference room.
He plopped down into a chair, his secretary had already prepared tea for him. He took a sip and nodded towards them.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Everyone looked at Zhang Beixing with varied expressions, but they all had one thought.
So young!
Whether from a martial arts perspective or an administrative perspective.
Zhang Beixing was too young!
