"You don't need to worry about that, but you're right about one thing, I should really come at you. Here's the deal, you end your own life, and I'll let her go," Ma Qiankun said, then gave a meaningful glance to Bing Ge.
Understanding his cue, Bing Ge pulled a sharp knife from his waist and threw it at Ji Chengzhou's feet.
The cold knife hit the ground with a crisp sound, the chilling gleam of the blade dazzling in the night.
Ji Chengzhou looked down at the knife beside his feet, its smooth surface reflecting his stern image.
The person behind all this wanted both his life and the position of president of the Ji Group.
As long as he was alive, the other party would hide in the shadows, continuing to harm the people around him.
Chen Qiurong, Uncle Ming, Ji Zhiyuan, now Sang Qian, if he didn't submit, perhaps Sang Yu would be next...
It's easy to dodge a straightforward threat, but a hidden one is hard to defend against.
With the enemy hidden in darkness, he was indefensible.
