"Mr. Chen, I've looked over your profile and understand a bit about you. I believe we can be partners, not enemies," said Wang Tianhai, his breathing somewhat labored. He took a cigar from beside him and offered it to Chen Yu.
"The difference between partner and enemy is a fine line, but why should I partner with you?"
Chen Yu didn't reach for the cigar but instead laid several contracts on the table.
"Let's cut the crap, sign these contracts immediately, then hand over all the assets under your name, and maybe you can still live," he said.
Wang Tianhai's teeth clenched with an audible grind.
"We are both Easterners; we could unite against the Childe family. Why are you doing this to me?" he asked.
Chen Yu propped his chin in his hand, "Comparatively, I dislike you more!"
Enraged and embarrassed, Wang Tianhai threw his cigar violently on the floor and then pressed the alarm.
