Jiang Yan heard Wen Heshang's words, his eyes drooped, filled with malice.
He kicked him on the butt, extremely aggressive: "Shut the fuck up, hostages aren't supposed to talk, know your place!"
"One more word and I'll shoot you!"
Jiang Yan was utterly depraved, his nature exceedingly violent.
Wen Heshang fell to the ground with a thud, a renowned CEO, now humiliated like this, losing every ounce of face.
He just felt utterly ashamed, unable to lift his head, with so many dignitaries around, even if he survived today, how could he face them in the future...
He trembled, biting his lower lip, not daring to speak.
Dressed in a suit, he should have been projecting nobility and arrogance.
But now, he was nothing.
No amount of money matters when you face a villain not short on cash, you're just trash.
Zhou Liang held a pair of binoculars.
Gritting his teeth: "Boss, good thing you warned Jiang Yan to keep the hostages quiet, or who knows what he might have spilled."
