A gray-haired old man in a Thompson suit took the lead and ran over fast. Behind, more than a dozen men with extraordinary auras followed closely, everyone's expression was solemn, and there was a little panic that was hard to conceal.
Everyone hurried to the door of the presidential suite, and the white-haired old man headed by hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?!"
The assistant hurriedly said, "The boss didn't respond to the doorbell, and no one answered the call, but the phone was inside ringing."
One of them asked, "The last time you saw the boss, what was the boss doing?"
The assistant hurriedly said, "The boss said that he was going to take a bath."
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