Thunderous Measures

Smack!

A crisp shattering sound suddenly rang out from a luxurious office in Kuala Lumpur City Hall.

A costly gilt bone-china cup was hurled viciously to the floor, bursting into fragments.

The one who had smashed the cup was a potbellied fat man. He sat in an executive chair with a ferocious expression, clutching a telephone receiver in his hand, his eyes shifting uncertainly between ruthlessness and hesitation.

"Mr. Rahman."

At that moment, a tall, thin middle-aged man knocked and entered, asking respectfully, "What happened?"

"You came at the right time."

The fat man in the executive chair was none other than Kuala Lumpur's Deputy Chief Administrative Officer. In terms of official rank, he was the third most powerful figure in this capital city.

In reality, the power he wielded was even greater!

He irritably tossed aside the receiver, picked up the still-smoking cigar on the desk, and took a hard drag before saying, "I just received word that Huaxia Bank gave Golden Horse Group a special credit line of ten billion Mai Dollars this morning!"

"Ten billion Mai Dollars?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible?!"

Given Golden Horse Group's current circumstances, let alone ten billion Mai Dollars, it would have been difficult for them to borrow even one hundred million.

It was not that Golden Horse Group was already insolvent. Rather, under their suppression, not a single bank in Kuala Lumpur dared to provide Golden Horse Group with funds at a time like this.

As Rahman's most trusted aide, the middle-aged man had not only participated in the plan Rahman devised to swallow up Golden Horse Group, but had also been one of its chief executors. He knew the inside story perfectly well.

Just yesterday, he had sworn with absolute confidence to his boss