Shan State.
Inside the basement.
The call ended.
With a pounding heart, Pan Cong took a sip of the strong tea.
To calm his shock.
It was damn tough, looking back now, they were led step by step into Ling's trap, and in the end, he used righteousness to 'spur' them on, making them fall morally and finally flee in panic.
"Boss, this Ling is really incredible. It's no wonder he can take such a great advantage from Lang Cai, and even manage the Myanmar Economic Zone so well, I'm starting to admire him."
Pan Cong's son expressed wistfully.
In this place, only he dared to speak such words.
"Formidable," Mu Zhiwen said concisely.
"Like I need you to tell me,"
Pan Cong rolled his eyes.
"What should we do now?" Mu Zhiwen inexplicably found Ling's words quite reasonable.
It wasn't that he had a sense of righteousness in him.
It was the final threat from Ling that scared him.
