Lin Zhenghui thought they were worried about him and feeling sorry for him when he heard their tone.
In fact, it was because Lin Zhenghui was a person of high status, and they didn't want him to suffer any harm.
"Mr. Lin, this matter, it was our fault in the first place, we apologize to you, and we'll compensate you for your loss," the five of them said as they looked at Mr. Ye and the others, urging continuously over the phone.
They knew that these two wealthy young men had called many people over.
They were really scared, scared of spending their entire lives in a wheelchair.
"Brother Lin Zhenghui, don't worry about this matter; leave it to me to handle. I guarantee that they will confess everything, including what their mother's name is," Ye Zhiqiu said with a slap on his chest, promising.
"Just don't kill anyone, it's best to drag them out, so as not to disturb the other guests' dining here," Lin Zhenghui was not any kinder.
He wouldn't go easy on this type of scum.
