At this moment, Chen Shengya could no longer withstand the pressure, his legs trembling continuously.
His entire being was consumed by terror and dread to the extreme, his face pale, covered in cold sweat, and with a thud, he kneeled on the ground.
"Master Xuan, I'll merge. I agree to merge."
Chen Shengya's eyes darkened completely, devoid of any expression, his face somber, exuding a deathly chill like a corpse.
He stared at Ye Xuan, those brown-black eyes filled with fear of Ye Xuan.
The young boss of the Ying Claw Company couldn't even make a single move under Ye Xuan and was directly crippled.
This kind of strength was terribly frightening.
"A wise choice."
Ye Xuan nodded coldly, finished with the orange in his hand, he stood up, clapped his hands, took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and said, "You should know better how to write this. After all, you haven't done less of annexing forces over the past two years."
