For Song Zhiheng and his three subordinates, Song Hanbo was now a hot potato.
If they killed him, they would not get the share transfer deed, and all their previous efforts would be wasted.
But if they didn't kill him, and he was discovered by the police or someone else, their danger level would greatly increase. If the old man happened to wake up in the meantime, it was very likely that they would be arrested by the police immediately.
The three subordinates turned their gaze to Song Zhiheng, waiting for his answer.
Song Zhiheng furrowed his brows tightly, thought for a while, then his expression darkened as he said to one of his subordinates, "Pry his mouth open!"
The subordinate nodded and pried Song Hanbo's mouth open.
Song Zhiheng then took out the sleeping pills he had prepared from his pocket and fed one to Song Hanbo.
