Jin Nanguo now felt like killing someone.
But before he could take it out himself, someone had already fished his phone out of his pocket.
He had two phones on him; two security personnel each took one, then sent them to the tech department to dismantle and clear some of the contents before reassembling and returning them to Jin Nanguo.
"Mr. Jin, you can leave now."
Jin Nanguo looked at the items in his hand and the phone, now full of scratches from being dismantled. His hatred had reached a near-breaking point.
However, he was someone who had been in the political arena for many years and managed to suppress his anger in such a situation.
Holding his belongings, he walked out of the Presidential Palace, turned to glance at the political power center of the entire empire behind him, his eyes filled with a deep-seated, venomous hatred.
