Chen Su suddenly shot a look at the nearby bodyguards. They understood instantly and moved to restrain Zhao Jian, pinning his neck and limbs.
"What are you doing? Chen Su, what are you doing?" Zhao Jian bellowed. He hadn't expected Chen Su to resort to violence.
"What am I doing?" Chen Su slowly unfurled a document. "Sign this, add your fingerprint, and then take this one million. After that, we have nothing more to do with each other.
"This is the only chance I'm giving you. You'd better quit while you're ahead. Otherwise, I won't be so merciful. Remember, if I, Chen Su, can reduce you to this pathetic state, I can also make sure you never speak again. Offend me, and it won't end well for you."
Chen Su folded her arms, her tone growing ten times colder. "What are you staring at? Make him sign!"
"Chen Su!" Zhao Jian roared. The woman was too vicious!
"Well, this is lively."
Just then, a familiar voice sounded from behind them. Zhao Jian was overjoyed. "Brother Yun."
