"Slap!"
Before he could finish his words, Ghost Blade's palm struck again.
This guy was really thick-skinned and fleshy, fitting for a fatso; his face was all fat, probably could take a few more hits.
Director Jin looked at Ghost Blade and Xiao Chen in terror.
This was simply madness; he had revealed all of Bihai Club's backing, yet this guy wasn't afraid at all?
What kind of immortal was he?
"I can't decide this by myself!"
Director Jin began to stall for time.
"Who can make the decision, call them all over here; if I don't get the clearance form today, don't even think about keeping your life!
After all, you've embezzled quite a bit of money over the years, haven't you? With all this evidence gathered, you'd probably get life imprisonment, right?"
While smoking, Xiao Chen casually said, "Don't expect anyone to save you, no one will, not Bihai, not Dragon Country!"
Director Jin was truly frightened now.