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AG building.

Presidents office.

Ye Ling sat lazily at the front of the huge full-length window, resting his two long legs on his office desk. He held a cigarette, smoking away. He looked just like the insane big boss from a secret society movie. His entire body exuded vibes of quickness, accuracy, and overbearingness.

The first three buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a delicate neck and collarbone. His firm chest muscles were partly hidden and partly visible, giving off suppressive sexual vibes. With sleeves slightly rolled up and his sapphire cufflinks refracting brilliant rays of light, Ye Ling looked just like the one and only overlord.

Handsome, aggressive, wanton!

Attractive!

The men who were uniformly dressed in black in the office, Zhong Ran and Ah Da, seemed like two gods standing at the left and right sides of the main door. A man in a leather suit was kneeling on the floor. He looked terrified.

The office was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

Ye Ling puffed out a breath of white smoke, placed the cigarette under his nose, and gently sniffed.

I am the kind of person who is benevolent, and I dont like to kill. Ye Ling blew on the cigarette. His amber eyes reflected the redness of the lighted cigarette, making them looked like those of a devil. Zhong Ran, chop off half of his finger.

Yes! Zhong Ran replied and took out a sharp dagger from his waist.

The elite man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he broke out in bouts of cold sweat. President, what you are doing is against the law. Let me go. You will be placed under house arrest and charged for intentional injury. You, you

Zhong Ran held onto his wrist. The elite man screamed, and Zhong Ran flashed a kind smile. You dont worry. I am very gentle. My movement will be very precise.

President, you have wronged me The elite man roared.

Ye Ling casually puffed his cigarette. I give you one more chance. Tell me, who is the owner and who is the buyer?

I dont know anything! The elite man gave a gamble. This was a civilized society. It was not possible for this newly-appointed president to commit murder. The most he can do was to threaten him. Zhong Ran raised the dagger in his hand and brought it down. He was just about to chop off the elite mans finger.

Ye Ling sneered and said, Wait

The elite mans eyes showed a tint of slyness.

See, this is just threatening.

This was a lawful society. Ye Ling would not have dared to do anything to him

The carpet that he is kneeling on is very expensive. Dont dirty it.

The elite man was so petrified that his eyes were opened wide.

What?

Zhong Ran raised up his hand and swung down the dagger, cutting off half of the elite mans little finger precisely.

Arghhh The elite man screamed pitifully.

Zhong Rans voice seemed like a saint. Our master has some kind of OCD. You have been put in a tight spot.

The precise movement of the knife did not cause any blood to be splattered. Zhong Ran pulled the towel over, held onto his hand, and threw it aside. The carpet was not dirtied. The elite man held onto his wrist and screamed in pain. It was as though he could feel the pain in his heart. He was constantly shivering.

CEO Zong, do you have anything to say to me?

I want to report to the police report to the police CEO Zongs voice was breaking up. He was in extreme pain.

Stubborn. Ye Ling was indifferent to his pitiful state. He took a puff of the cigarette. Chop off the whole finger for me!

Yes!

I say, I say CEO Zong initially thought that Ye Ling was just putting on an act and would not dare to use violence privately. Who would have known that he had the guts to order his man to cut off his finger? He was in excruciating pain and was filled with hatred and regret.

This person is a devil.

A ruthless devil.

It is too late. Ye Ling was filled with malice. I, Ye Ling, will do what I say. I have never put on a show or ever bargained.

Zhong Ran raised his hand and swung the dagger down, cutting off the remaining part of his last finger. The wound was clean and neat. CEO Zong screamed in great pain again and nearly fainted from the pain. Ye Ling crossed his leg and smoked his cigarette while listening to his pitiful cries indifferently.