Cremation

"Mr. Zuo..."

Zhang Longqing swallowed hard and forced out a fawning smile. "A misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding."

Zuo Yi looked at him expressionlessly, a trace of mockery in his eyes.

With a thud, Zhang Longqing dropped to his knees.

He had knelt down quite decisively.

People like Zhang Longqing were usually capable of bending and stretching. When they prospered, they made others call them grandpa; when they fell on hard times, they called others grandpa. As long as they could survive, tearing off their own face and trampling it underfoot was standard practice. They had no backbone whatsoever.

Of course, if he ever got the chance to turn things around, his revenge would definitely be vicious beyond measure!

But with the situation against him, Zhang Longqing pressed his forehead to the floor. "Master Zuo, this humble one failed to recognize greatness. Please show mercy and spare my life. I'll have the detention center release Gao Feng right away, and I'll compensate Brother Gao with one million to soothe his nerves!"

Zuo Yi reached out and caught the handgun floating in midair, then tossed the phone in front of him.

Zhang Longqing picked up the phone with trembling hands.

After making a call, he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead and said, "It's settled. The detention center is processing the paperwork now. Brother Gao will be out within half an hour at most."

Zuo Yi gave a cold smile and said to Fang Xiaohui beside him, "Secretary Fang, please go to the detention center and pick him up."

"No problem."

Fang Xiaohui agreed without hesitation. "Bring him here?"

"No."

Zuo Yi shook his head. "Take Gao Feng straight to Hang City. I'll stay here and have tea with Boss Zhang."

Fang Xiaohui nodded. "I understand. Don't worry, sir."