Before long, Zai Zhe fitted the drill bit onto the electric drill.
He then gave the two black-clad bodyguards beside him a look.
The two bodyguards immediately pinned Kim Ki-seok down on the table.
"I have gifts for Ki-seok, and everyone present gets one. If I give you one, you'll have to give me something in return!" Zai Zhe said calmly.
He switched on the electric drill.
Then he walked over to Kim Ki-seok.
"Bastard! Fuck, Zai Zhe, what are you doing?!" Kim Ki-seok roared as the two men in black held him down.
"You're only giving me 200 million dollars, aren't you? Then I'll give you a gift and ask for 500 million dollars in return!"
With that, Zai Zhe aimed the electric drill directly at Kim Ki-seok's racing helmet.
He pressed the button.
The drill bored straight into the helmet.
Everyone present was stunned, staring at Zai Zhe with trembling bodies.
He was a demon.
Only Xiao Bei and Park Jae-yong remained reclined in their chairs, watching Zai Zhe.
"Zai Zhe, if you've got the guts, kill me!" Kim Ki-seok roared.
The corners of Zai Zhe's lips curled up slightly.
The drill in his hand did not stop in the slightest.
At first, Kim Ki-seok did not feel much.
But he was now in a cramped space.
He could not even dodge.
And the sound of the drill kept echoing in his mind.
He had no idea whether, in the next second, the drill would pierce straight through his temple.
It was an utterly terrifying way of intimidating someone to their core.
This showed just how ruthless Zai Zhe was.
Soon, blood began to seep from the visor at the front of Kim Ki-seok's helmet.
Everyone present looked at Zai Zhe in horror.
At that moment, Zai Zhe