"There's no need to talk. If Commander Zhang has something important to say, it's fine. If there's nothing important, Shilin will leave first."
"Hey, Warlord Shen, don't worry. Sit down!" As he spoke, Zhang Chenggong made an opening and waved to Shen Shilin.
Shen Shilin frowned and sat down.
"Warlord Shen, I heard that you have a brother-in-law working in the Concession Bank, right?" Zhang Chenggong tried to ask and glanced at the Shen Shilin. A cold chill flashed through his Eye Light.
"What does Commander Zhang mean?" The man said coldly.
"Warlord Shen, don't misunderstand. I' m just asking. The Director said that I would ask Shen Warlord to give him to give him some face on Pang Hu matter. If we get into a fight with the north, Shen Warlord might not have the upper hand." Zhang Che
