Sun Tiansheng's face was ashen. The sight of Zhao Dong killing Zhao Wuji had terrified him to his core.
Zhao Wuji was a renowned expert in East Sea City, and Zhao Dong just killed him? Just like that?
Sun Tiansheng was kicking himself. How did I ever manage to offend this man?
He looked at Zhao Dong and stammered in fear, "Brother... Brother Zhao, please don't kill me! I'll give you money. I have lots and lots of money, it's all yours!"
Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "If I kill you, isn't your money mine anyway? Your Tiansheng Pharmaceutical will be mine, too."
At these words, what little color was left in Sun Tiansheng's face vanished. He wailed, "Big Brother Zhao! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I'll never dare to compete with President Jiang again. Just spare my life! I'll get out of East Sea City right now!"
Terrified, Sun Tiansheng began kowtowing frantically on the ground, his face quickly becoming a bloody, tear-streaked mess. He looked utterly miserable.
