No Choice

"We meet again, Mr. President."

"Yes, Mr. Lin Qi. We meet again."

The Every Moment president sat on the sofa with his legs pressed together, showing none of the violent temperament he displayed before his subordinates. He looked like a lamb waiting for fate to stab it, sitting there with his legs clamped tightly together.

He had no way to resist. All he could do was endure it.

And that was indeed the case. From the moment the two companies announced that they would acquire Every Moment, he had been left with no way out.

He had once considered borrowing some strength from his warlord brother in Maliro to resolve these problems—for example, arranging a few attacks or targeting whoever was overseeing the acquisition.

But he quickly abandoned the idea himself. He knew all too well that the Federation had always been extremely cautious in dealing with such matters. One wrong move, and he would face a major purge.

With the banks unwilling to help him, the only person who seemed capable of saving him now was the "Mr. Lin Qi" standing before him. He had no other choice.

"Our last conversation did not leave me feeling very happy. Have you brought me good news this time?" Lin Qi pressed Every Moment's president brother step by step, a rare display of aggression in his attitude.

This was a strategy.

The warlord forces behind Every Moment had a deep influence on the company. After years of unending warfare in Maliro, both the Maliro People and the Malori People believed that strength was the foundation of everything.

And that was indeed the truth. Whoever possessed greater strength could live and develop in peace.

Those with weak strength might be overturned and left to die horribly in the streets within just a few