“Mr. Young...I warned you right?” Jing Yao smirked as he pointed the gun to Warren's temple.
“I already told you, Mr. Meng, I can sell all my business to you and do it on your own....” Warren shivers when the tip of the gun touches his skin as he speaks in between his coughing.
“Warren...Warren...I don't need your f*****g company, wealth, or whatsoever. How dare you insult me? I just need your name.. ” Jing Yao gritted his teeth.
Thud!
Warren falls on the stinky floor as he was hit by the gun on his shoulder.
“Arrrghhh!” Warren groans in pain.
“I beg you before right? I only ask you for your help. Let your jet be the transporter of my goods.. ”
“But it's an illegal weapon and drugs. How can I allow such things to happen...”
“But you are close to the Chief of Police. You can prote
