Rosen felt a strange jolt in his heart; years of experience in the underworld told him that a hard approach wouldn't work at this moment.
He could only... temporarily yield.
"Mr. Bo... the kidnapping... it was our... mistake... Please don't hold it against us."
Jayne was sitting powerlessly on a chair to the side, nearly collapsed.
"Dad... it's useless to say these things to him... Bo Liang... he won't let us off, no matter how many nice words you say."
Because of his drug addiction, Jayne was weak and feeble, a man in his thirties behaving more like someone in their seventies or eighties.
"Shut up, this is no place for you to speak..."
Rosen scolded angrily, giving Jayne a hard glance, but Jayne acted as though he couldn't see it.
After all, for Jayne, nothing mattered anymore.
Bo Liang wouldn't let him get away easily.
No matter how much he pleaded, it was useless...
...
