"Take care, Mr. Wang. Elephant Dragon International will always welcome you."
Though reeking of alcohol, Chen Hao was perfectly clear-headed. Smiling warmly, he saw Wang Yan off at the entrance of Elephant Dragon International.
Seeing off that bastard whose flesh he wished he could tear apart and eat alive!
Wang Yan patted Chen Hao on the shoulder. "All right, Chairman Chen, no need to see me off. The food and drinks were good today. Thanks for the hospitality. I'll come visit again when I have time. I'm leaving."
With that, Wang Yan waved, pulled open the car door, got in, started the engine, floored it, and drove away...
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Chen Hao puffed out his cheeks before suddenly vomiting, spraying the ground.
It took him quite a while to recover. Refusing help from his men, he staggered back inside in a daze.
Mao Pan was dead. Chen Hao had personally shot him in the head. It had been swift and clean, and Mao Pan had not suffered much physically. Though the terror of facing Wang Yan might have been an even greater torment for him, at least the bodily torture had been limited to a brutal beating.
After shooting Mao Pan, Chen Hao had put his pleasant smile back on and accompanied Wang Yan in drinking. He had barely touched the food; he simply could not stomach it. Now that Wang Yan had finally left, he could no longer hold himself together.
The strain on his mind had been enormous. His blood pressure had surely gone through the roof. This was beyond bullying!
Wang Yan did not care whether Chen Hao lived or died. Once or twice was enough—there would absolutely not be a third time.
Mao Pan could have lived before because, the first