"After you go back, leave immediately, don't get anywhere near Shi Tian, and don't become a lackey for anyone else ever again. Otherwise, you're bound to meet a bad end someday. This is my advice to you," Lin Tian said with a deep, meaningful tone.
Huang Mao was the kind of person who forgot his morals at the sight of profit. During Shi Tian's heyday, he followed him rigorously. However, when Shi Tian faced difficulties, Huang Mao's first thought was how to protect himself.
Such a person was more suited to be a businessman, swaying with the wind and trafficking in profit. Becoming someone's lackey could be deadly if the boss ever found out he was self-serving, as he would likely kill him sooner or later.
After hearing this, Huang Mao nodded, seeming to agree with Lin Tian's words.
Shi Tian was tied up tightly, his body bound with belts, the marks indenting his flesh. His own men seemed to hold resentments against him, or else why would they be so harsh?
