"Young Master Qin, I was blind to your greatness!" Wang Hu pleaded. "Please, just treat me like I'm nothing and let me go!"
Wang Hu scrambled and crawled over to Qin Long. Jin Yuan was fine, but he was probably a dead man! He had to beg Qin Long for his life.
"What? You want me to kneel for *you*?" Qin Long's tone turned cold, his patience wearing thin.
"No, no, no!" Wang Hu immediately threw himself at Qin Long's legs, begging. "Young Master Qin, I'll give you half of my assets! Just spare my life, please!" he pleaded, his head bowed as tears and snot streamed down his face.
You can always earn more money, but you have nothing if you're dead. If I can't get Qin Long's forgiveness, Jin Yuan will kill me himself, even without Zhao Ruoying lifting a finger!
"What makes you think money gives you the right to do whatever you want?" Qin Long retorted. "Do you think I need your tens of millions?"
