In the conference room of Dong'an Securities, everyone was scared silly by Mo Chaosheng's ruthless methods.
Even though they were all experienced businessmen, to be honest, they had never seen such a killing scene before.
And most importantly, the murderer was in the same room as them.
At the thought of this, everyone immediately dispersed backward and maintained a certain distance from Mo Chaosheng.
At this moment, Mo Chaosheng's face was already deathly pale.
Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
His body was still trembling.
"Ye... Mr. Ye, where did you get this video?"
Ye Feng immediately smiled. "There are so many people who hate you. Who am I?"
Mo Chaosheng was like a defeated rooster. He lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Mr. Ye, I lost. I beg you to let me go. I'll agree to any condition."