"Yes, yes, yes!"
The thugs Lin Mu had pointed at nodded hastily and quickly fled Boheng Pharma with Fang Ming in tow.
The director of Boheng Pharma is terrifying; he actually crippled Fang Ming's limbs.
The tall and burly man had also intended to leave, but a detached voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Did I say you could leave?"
The man was startled, and a cold look immediately appeared on his face. "What? Kid, you think you can stop me?"
"You think you can hit my brother and just walk away? It's not that easy."
There was not a trace of emotion in Lin Mu's tone, causing the man to break out in a cold sweat instantly.
He knew that if Lin Mu dared to cripple Fang Ming, he would certainly dare to do the same to him.
The man's expression became grim and volatile.
"Are you going to do it yourself, or shall I?" Lin Mu asked indifferently.
"I..."
Taking a deep breath, the man said, "Director Lin, right? This was all arranged by Young Master Fang. I was just following orders."
