"Sorry, Master Gong, you don't have the right to make demands now!" Flying Eagle responded coldly and directly.
This is not England, and Gong Beiming had no bodyguards by his side.
"Heh, is that so? Then please tell your boss that I'm no longer interested in doing business." Gong Beiming smirked devilishly.
"Young Master Gong, I still very much hope that you can cooperate with us!"
"Cooperate? Bullshit! With your nasty attitude, is this what you call cooperating? I, Gong Beiming, am not short of money. I don't want to do business with you, so deal with it!"
Gong Beiming's ruffian like demeanor surfaced...
The major standing beside him suddenly drew his pistol, aiming at Chi Xiaoyu's temple and said to Gong Beiming, "If Young Master Gong does not cooperate, we also have some rather unpleasant methods. Your woman seems to be pregnant, and just a little shock could ensure the child won't be saved."
Gong Beiming looked at Chi Xiaoyu's pale face and her trembling legs.
