"Who are you?" Qiao Le abruptly stood up, asking angrily.
Jiang Nubing sneered, scanning everyone present before speaking indifferently, "You... are the senior executives of Tianyuan Company?"
"Who on earth are you? If you don't tell us, I'm calling security!" Zhao Xuehui demanded in a stern voice.
Jiang Nubing walked to the table, grabbed a chair and sat down, then said calmly, "Who I am doesn't matter. What's important is that you'll have to hand over all of Tianyuan's manufacturing processes and formulas!"
Zhao Xuehui and the others exchanged glances, their hearts tightened.
Here it comes!
Someone indeed couldn't resist targeting Tianyuan.
"Hehe, who do you think you are, talking so big? I'm telling you, leave now and I can still forgive you; otherwise... " Qiao Le hadn't finished speaking when Wen Banmei frowned and then snapped her fingers.
Boom.
Qiao Le was blasted against the wall, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood and then coughing in pain repeatedly.
