Chen Bolin crazily lunged toward Fu Sitian, but was stopped by bodyguards who rushed in.
They restrained Chen Bolin, tied him up tightly, and trampled him underfoot.
Assistant Cheng pushed Fu Sitian up to him, and they looked each other squarely in the eyes, the immediate challenge far outweighing the mountain of past troubles.
The companionship of their youth had, by now, turned to mere calculations.
"Mr. Chen, this is the last time I will address you as Mr. Chen," Assistant Cheng sighed, "Fu Sitian had instructed that if you didn't mention telling his wife about this matter, he might have spared you out of old times' sake. But since you brought it up, don't blame him for being ruthless."
Who was Fu Sitian?
A man who clawed his way out of death, licking blood off his wounds.
Did Chen Bolin naively think he could manipulate them?