The black man was intimidated by such a glare from Moi.
He stepped back in fright.
Seeing that his little plan was doomed to fail, he was naturally unwilling to give up, but without Moi's approval, and with Fuloz gone, there was no way he could entertain the idea of acquiring the stocks. Chai Ren would not give him a single penny.
Thinking of this,
The black man felt somewhat depressed.
His mind raced.
However, this was no simple affair, it involved hundreds of millions of dollars, and with his brain, he couldn't devise a feasible plan no matter how hard he tried. He was in a dilemma, worried about his own intelligence at that moment.
"Alright, go do what you need to do; I'm a bit tired." Moi leaned weakly on the sofa, a once cherished sofa that now seemed uncomfortable no matter how he sat.
He knew.
