Fang Zhan nodded. An insignificant matter, it was unimportant to him when or where Han Jingru died. He merely wanted to know his daughter’s whereabouts.
He would be able to find his daughter if he complied with Lin Tong’s demands. Hence, he would stop at nothing to do as such.
However, he still had to ask, “Will you receive a promotion in Apocalypse if he’s dead?”
Lin Tong snorted. “With my current position, do you honestly think that I would need to gain traction by stepping over a loser like him?”
“It’s evident to me that you’re rather terrified of him threatening your position, as much as you’d like to deny it. This is exactly why you’ll never become a true elite,” Fang Zhan replied impassively.
Lin Tong gritted his teeth at Fang Zhan’s remark. Who is he to dictate whether I’ll become an elite or not?