The night gradually deepened.
In Jiangnan City, the Martial Arts Association headquarters was still brightly lit.
In the President's office, a few people were seated, and the atmosphere was very quiet.
"Creak."
The door made a light sound as a figure pushed it open and stepped inside. After glancing around the room, the person hastily said, "Sorry, sorry, President, I'm late..."
"It's fine, find a place to sit."
Shen Si, who was sitting in the office chair, nodded and smiled at him.
"Yes, President."
The man quickly found a seat and cast a questioning look at the companion closest to him, asking what was going on.
The latter shook his head, indicating that he also knew nothing.
Shen Si stood up from the chair, walked to the door, locked it, and then looked at everyone, saying:
"Everyone is here, so let's get down to business."
"Yes, President."
The few people responded in unison.
"Just yesterday, someone from the Song family came to see me."
