Lin Lang's vision kept going black. He could not understand it. He had been the first to read the situation and respond accordingly, so why was he being made an example of to warn the others?
He had been spoiled since childhood and was nowhere near as patient as Lin Shi. He trembled all over from the pain, looking utterly wretched.
Yan Xianjue lowered his eyes to look at him and gave a soft scoff, without the slightest hint of pity.
He remembered the fate of the Yan Household in the original plot.
Compared to Lin Shi, the male lead who had devoted himself to targeting his own family, Lin Lang had been the one constantly aiding Old Master Lin in his evil deeds.
He toyed with the exquisite miniature pistol in his hand. Its greatest feature was how easy it was to conceal.
Although Yan Xianjue felt it was unnecessary, since Lin Shi had prepared it, he did not say anything.
He glanced at Lin Shi, who stood to one side as though none of this concerned him, then asked the fat, greasy shareholders huddled together, "Does anyone else want to negotiate the price?"
"No, no."
As Yan Xianjue spoke, Lin Shi followed his gaze toward the group and clicked his tongue in obvious disgust.
The shareholders, who were used to being held in high regard, were both shocked and terrified. But circumstances were stronger than men; no matter how furious they were, they could only swallow it down.
Under Yan Xianjue's questioning, they hurriedly answered, afraid that if he was displeased, he would shoot them as well.
Yan Xianjue nodded as if satisfied, then turned back to Lin Lang. His tone was as steady as it usually was when they met at the company. "And you, President Lin?"