"Shut up!" Mr. Li seemed to sense something was wrong in the atmosphere of the private room, and he raised his submachine gun, pointing it at Drew.
However, the person beside him was quick to react and pressed down on Mr. Li's gun barrel.
"Mr. Li, now is not the time to deal with Drew. We need to use him to buy some time," said the person holding down the gun barrel, who was also from the Elder Faction. "If he dies, Garcia's people will definitely launch a full-scale attack without hesitation."
"Ha ha, you can't even kill me," Drew burst out laughing, looking around at the twenty-five people present—twenty-four bosses and Rodney. He saw a hint of temptation in some of their eyes and intensified his approach, "I think we need to have a vote to decide."
"Vote?" Mr. Li snorted coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"
