"President Mai, you don't have much time to consider!" Seeing Mai Gu hesitating, Matsui Ichiro took out his phone and made a video call.
Soon, after the call connected, Mai Jiacheng appeared on the screen with his hands tied.
Next to Mai Jiacheng, Mo Rusong was also kneeling on the ground, looking disheveled.
"President Mai, see for yourself. What's more important to you, your reputation or the lives of your grandson and friend?" Matsui Ichiro smiled coldly.
Mai Gu looked at the phone and his pupils contracted sharply: "You, you even caught Mo Rusong?"
"Hehe, yes, I hadn't planned to do anything to them. But you're too stubborn. I had to let Mo Rusong handle this, but he failed. And your grandson Mai Jiacheng voluntarily walked into my trap, so I had to tie them both up."
Matsui Ichiro had indeed left himself a backup plan.