Jian Qing's cold and sharp gaze took in the room, her voice icy cold. "Even without JK International, crushing the Song Corporation is as easy as saying a word."
"Impossible."
The sharp voice, grating on the ears.
Song Xirou ran up to Jian Qing, but seeing the Nether Army there, she sharply halted her steps.
"Jian Qing, even if you hold 45 percent of the shares, my father also has 45 percent, the most you can do is be on par with us, the position of the Chairman is not yours to take." She was bristling with bravado, a twinkle of smugness in her eyes.
Jian Qing glanced at her disdainfully, "Song Xirou, it seems you still don't understand my personality. When I completely lose patience with a person, their descent into the Hell Abyss begins."
Song Xirou, "You…"
Not giving her a chance to collect her thoughts, Jian Qing's pale hand opened.
A member of the Nether Army brought out a document and placed it on the table.
Same envelope, familiar scene.
