For insulting Qin Qiu and hiring an assassin, Ning Qiang deserved to die, both logically and morally. Yet, who would have thought he would die so cleanly? You wouldn't even kill a dog like that.
BANG!
Tao Gong's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto a nearby table. Even so, his entire body continued to tremble uncontrollably. The moment the gunshot rang out, he was utterly petrified, his mind shattered.
Killing a man as if he were a dog… Is this… is he even human?
Chen Yang hauled him up by the collar, feigning confusion. "Mr. Tao, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Tao Gong: "..."
"Right. You didn't look like this when you issued the order to cut off raw materials to the Qin Corporation, did you? I imagine you were triumphant and proud, eagerly waiting for President Qin to hand over the formula to you."
