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"What if I say I'm not leaving?"
Ye Xuan chuckled a couple of times, his eyes extremely cold, staring at Klan like an iron hook, and said harshly.
"Asking you to leave isn't just my idea alone. The other large companies also wish for you to leave. Oh no, I misspoke. It's not that they 'wish' for you to leave, but that you must leave."
Klan opened the drawer of the table in front of him, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked coldly.
Then, Klan took out a gun from the drawer, looked at Ye Xuan seriously, and said, "This gun has shot many young and ignorant guys like you, but with ambitions bigger than the sky."
"Is that so?"
Ye Xuan laughed, stood up, picked up the golden gun from the table—it seemed to be made of pure gold. Then, Ye Xuan opened the bullet cylinder, checked it carefully, and after confirming there were indeed bullets inside, he aimed the muzzle of the golden gun at his forehead.
"Three centimeters away. Not bad!"
