"Even if you tear me to pieces, Mr. Zhao, you should first watch how I tear your son to pieces!"
Rose chuckled coldly, the dagger in her hand tracing a chilling gleam. Zhao Lin's other ear was instantly sliced off, blood spurted out, and he became like a blood-drenched figure, emitting a piercing, tragic scream.
"President Rose, stop, please stop, I agree to your terms, I am willing to hand over all of Zhao Family's power to you, I beg you to spare my son."
Zhao Quan let out a roar like a wild beast, but no one saw the resentment flickering in his eyes. Once Zhao Lin was out of danger, he resolved to make Huangfu Meigui's death a graveless one.
"Too late, I no longer need the Zhao Family's power because I will come to take it myself. Tomorrow, I will personally visit the Zhao Family and exterminate you, Zhao Quan, and your lineage."
