Having broken both his legs and one arm, Gong Yuhua finally became obedient.
"Spare me, I know I was wrong, Chairman Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, please treat me like a fart and let me go."
Gong Yuhua was like a maggot in a toilet, struggling to twist his body, desperately wailing for mercy.
He had completely despaired.
Why had he ever messed with White Dragon Agricultural Company? But, but who in their wildest dreams would have thought that the boss of White Dragon Agricultural and Commercial Company was actually the same person as the head of the White Dragon Association?
Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at Gong Yuhua, lying pitifully on the ground, and finally spoke.
"It's not that I want to make things difficult for you, it's that you were courting death. Now, give me an explanation."
Little Braids, knowing what was needed, pulled up a chair for Zhang Xiaoshan, who sat down.
"Explanation?"
