"Don't force me to serve you penalty drinks if you won't honor a toast," Yun Mu wiped the blood from his knuckles and said coldly.
The executive was completely stunned; how could such a young guy be so skilled?
Looking at the blood dripping onto the floor, the executive quickly pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and covered his nose. Today, it seemed he had encountered a tough opponent; for self-preservation, it was best to concede.
"Fine, I'll talk, but can you promise not to tell the CEO?" the man asked resentfully.
Yun Mu chuckled, "That will depend on your sincerity."
The sophisticated executive paused for a moment, then quickly understood Yun Mu's implication.
Clever kid, playing this game.
"Would a hundred thousand be enough?" the man asked tentatively.
Yun Mu raised his fist, ready to mete out another thumping. "This son of a bitch almost slept with my wife, and you think a measly hundred thousand is enough to keep me quiet, thinking I'm a beggar?"
