At the mention of the word "court,"
Xiao Yaqin's delicate body trembled, and the panic in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
"Mr. Jiang!"
She leaned forward anxiously, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.
"Is there... no other compromise?"
As a traditional, dutiful single mother,
Xiao Yaqin absolutely did not want Ling Xiaodong to be branded a "deadbeat," becoming an unregistered person restricted at every turn.
Though being blacklisted seemed like no big deal to young people nowadays...
Still, what mother did not want her child to have a clean record and a perfect life résumé?
Fortunately, Xiao Yaqin had been kept in the dark and knew nothing about Ling Xiaodong's true identity overseas.
If she found out...
That her "good son," who supposedly needed protection at every turn, had actually spent years burning, killing, looting, and committing every kind of evil in the lawless regions of Southeast Asia.
He had even built an enormous underground organization called the Underworld, dealing in human trafficking, organ smuggling, telecom scams, and international money laundering.
Who knew what this mature woman in black stockings, with such upright values, would think?
After all, Ling Xiaodong had committed no shortage of atrocities in the Golden Triangle.
Electric shocks, water dungeons, kidney harvesting.
Countless innocent families had been torn apart and destroyed because of him.
A mere credit blacklist
was not even worth a fart to the Wild War King, whose hands were drenched in blood.
Hearing Xiao Yaqin's question,
a meaningful smile curled onto Jiang Che's lips.
He tipped back his head and drained the remaining champagne in his glass.
Then,
Jiang Che set down his glass and slowly rose from the broad seat at the head of the table.
His expensive leather slippers landed on the floor with dull thuds.
He took