After A. Nikola admitted his mistake, Charlie Hannum still clenched his fist and waved it at him, warning him:
"Watch what you say from now on. Otherwise, even Jesus won't be able to protect you."
A. Nikola hurriedly nodded.
After everyone had finished complaining, George Shig asked, "So what do we do now?"
Charlie Hannum furrowed his brows.
Kim Tae-hyun was frowning too as he puffed away.
Amir Khan pounded his head with his fist.
Nobody could come up with a solution, so in the end, they all turned to Gates, who was usually full of ideas.
Gates, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "If all else fails, we'll have to use underhanded tactics."
George Shig frowned slightly at that.
"You mean give him laxatives or something? If we get caught, we'll all be finished. Jenny Bass, the former Lakers owner, once gave Wang Yi laxatives. Everyone knows what happened to her."
Gates glared at George Shig. "How low do you think we'd have to stoop to give someone laxatives? I have my limits. We may be at odds with him, but I'd never resort to physically harming anyone."
Gates came from the Bill Gates family and had a pride of his own.
No matter how much they disliked certain people, he would never do anything that directly caused them physical harm. He wouldn't do it, and he wouldn't stoop to it.
It was like those big-shot masterminds pulling strings behind the scenes: they had their own so-called limits.
They might hire someone to commit murder, but they'd never personally carry out a violent crime.
A. Nikola quickly chimed in. "Exactly. We absolutely can't do something like that. If we get caught, all of our careers could be over. We're going up against Wang because we want to