At this moment, he clearly felt that Lu Moqing genuinely wanted to kill him.
"President Lu, please spare me! President Lu, you've misunderstood. It's really not... Ahh!"
Lu Moqing's foot stepped on the man's hand, and the sound of bones breaking followed.
Even Jiang Hao, who was watching from the side, felt a sympathetic pain in his bones.
"I'll give you another chance to admit your mistake."
Compared to the murderous intent on his face, his tone was flat, without a hint of fluctuation. But the calmer he was, the more terrified the middle-aged man was, trembling all over.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! President Lu, I was wrong. Please spare me this time."
"Of course."
Lu Moqing suddenly laughed, but he looked like a demon that had climbed out from hell. Even the smile that hooked up at the corner of his lips seemed to be coiled with a blade, capable of shredding the person in front of him into pieces.
