บท 475: The Blackmail Game !

Blake Ocedo's heart quaked, a shiver coursing down his spine as his face drained of color. Beads of cold sweat emerged on his furrowed brow, a testament to the fear that gripped him.

Liu Yong's swift and lethal hand had dispatched one of his own men just moments ago, further deepening the well of desperation within Blake's heart. His singular focus now was on preserving his own life.

If Liu Yong were to pull the trigger and blow his head off in one merciless shot, Blake knew he would lose everything he had ever known.

"Mr. Liu," Blake stammered, his voice quivering with trepidation, "could you please holster the gun? A mishap now would be disastrous for all."

Liu Yong's voice was measured, resolute. "Let's settle the matter of the mental damage fee first. The gun will be put away in due course."

"But, but I can't possibly afford such a sum," Blake pleaded, his voice teetering on the edge of desperation.