Wang Yi still conveyed the news he had gotten from Old Master Han to the boss.
Wang Meng's expression was somewhat grim, he didn't know what his father had left him, but... since it was something his father had left for him, he had to retrieve it.
He glanced at Wang Yi and lifted his chin, "Find a few with better skills and head to the Han family..." the rest of his instructions didn't need to be spoken.
Wang Yi had already understood what he meant, nodded at Wang Meng and said, "Sure." Then he turned and walked out.
Wang Meng watched his retreating figure, then slowly withdrew his gaze, poured himself a glass of red wine, and downed it in one gulp, only to find his heart was still uneasy. So he got up and walked outside; the room was getting a bit stuffy.
Staying there wasn't particularly meaningful, and just as he was about to reach the door, he seemed to remember something, suddenly turned back, and picked up the crossbow from the table.
