Money is almighty.
If not, then it's simply not enough money being thrown.
Dozens of security guards were struck by the falling money above their heads, their eyes turning red with greed as Qi Haomin scattered bag after bag of money below, without a doubt, the best way to buy loyalty.
These men in security uniforms were not really security guards, but rather Qi Haomin's covert operatives, who had always done his dirty work for him.
His own son, kicked by Li Feng, had his life root broken, ending the direct lineage of the Qi Family—a bolt from the blue for Qi Haomin who was in his sixties. Who would have thought that when pushed to the brink, the Sihai Group's stock market turmoil would send its shares tumbling with a succession of limit-down halts, crashing through the floor.
