No matter how enraged Wei Hang was, Chi Chali had already set his eyes on those few territories and company shares of the Wei family—it was a done deal.
He either gave them up willingly and spared his own life, or he resisted and faced even worse consequences.
The weak can only be oppressed. As Wei Hang was helped out of the hotel by his subordinates, his back was hunched in submission.
The driver started the car, and Wei Hang slumped in his seat, his stomach churning. Despite his efforts to hold it back, he leaned forward and vomited all over the car.
Hearing the commotion, the driver slowed down and stopped by the roadside.
The car door swung open, and as Wei Hang waited for the driver to clean up the mess, he noticed the man standing rigidly outside, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun at his waist.
The "driver" outside called out, "Big brother."
Wei Hang froze, lifting his head.
