Xu Shi's fermented bean curd, step forward!
Come to think of it, Xu Shi really had quite a few pieces of fermented bean curd—aside from Yue Chizheng, who had to go through the proper interrogation process, and He Yuzhao, whom Xie Qingyan had specifically requested, all the other masterminds behind the riot had been brought to the Serpent Coil detention cells at his request.
Now it was time to deal with them one by one.
Xu Shi did not call anyone else. He simply brought Su Lin back to the company, switched Yujing into firearm mode, and removed several bullets from it.
Lin Wenhua was held in the first cell.
A prisoner naturally had little dignity left. Old Lin, who could once still be called vigorous despite his age, was now pale-faced, disheveled, and kneeling on the floor with clouded eyes.
"Tut, tut. It's not New Year's, so I don't have any lucky money for you. Get up."
Xu Shi poked him with his cane. "It wouldn't look good if people saw this... They might say I'm abusing an old company veteran."
"...You're still putting on this act? Is there any point, Chairman Xu?"
Lin Wenhua did not move. He merely straightened his back and glared at him as hard as he could, trying to recover a little of his former presence.
Unfortunately, one glare from Xu Shi was enough to make him falter. He sniffled and shrank back again.
"There is."
Xu Shi crouched in front of him and said very seriously, "It's one of my guilty pleasures. Especially when I'm dealing with an old bastard like you—it's hard not to enjoy it."
"Let me tell you some good news. An hour ago, everyone finished dividing up your assets in great detail. Our Serpent Coil got the biggest share.