"No... no..." Lin Kanyi struggled fiercely, staring at the blade in front of him with deep pupils in fear, trying hard to pull his hand back, "Dong Chu, don't do this. I know I was wrong. Just this time.
."
"Yan Mo." Chu Wenbo's tone turned cold as he was impatient to listen to him.
White light flashed, and bright red bloodshot eyes overflowed. Wu Bingxuan stared blankly at Lin Canyi, who was cramping on the ground. A big palm perfectly cut off the wrist, and the fingers were almost still moving.
Holding back the nausea in her throat, Wu Bingxuan raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, only to find that her hand was red, and the splattered blood stained her cheek.
Yan Mo still looked so calm and calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Save...save me..." Lin Canyi groaned in pain, bright red blood flowed from the broken wrist, dyeing his white shirt red. Death frightened him.
Yan Mo didn't speak, silently twisting him up and placing his left hand on the table again.
As if he discovered his intention, Lin Kanyi began to struggle violently and roared: "No."
The white light flashed again, and his hands said goodbye to him.
Wu Bingxuan was completely stunned, not even daring to move. Why did Yan Mo do such a cruel method so easily?
"Director Lin, you know my habit. I always ask for some interest when doing things." Chu Wenbo glanced at him lightly, and a devilish smile appeared on his lips.
Lin Kanyi twitched his body, his dark eyes getting darker and darker, just staring at him quietly, his eyes full of unwillingness, fear, and anger.
He felt that his blood was draining and his strength was dissipating bit by bit. Finally, Lin Kanyi finally moved his lips: "Chu...Dong Chu, save me. Please, save me."
"What did you say?" Chu Wenbo tilted his head and listened carefully: "Speak louder, I can't hear you."
"Chu...Dong Chu..." Lin Kanyi felt a sweet sensation in his throat, then he coughed out a large mouthful of blood and said intermittently: "Help me..."
He doesn't want to die.
Don't want to die.
He discovered that he had never been so close to death, and there had never been anything that frightened him enough to give up all dignity just to live.
"As long as... Mr. Chu... is willing to save me... I am willing... to be Mr. Chu's slave for the rest of my life..."
"Slave?" Chu Wenbo chuckled, "Director Lin is joking, you are the chairman of Hengyu Group. Although you have been dismissed, you still have a pivotal position in Hengyu Group. How can you be my slave, let alone Lin
Dong Du is already very old, so even if he really becomes my slave, it will be useless."
"I...I can give up my shares in Hengyu Group and give it to me with both hands." Lin Qianyi struggled to get up, but the severe pain made him tremble all over, and he had no strength to support his body.
"No." Chu Wenbo shook his head and said with embarrassment: "That is Director Lin's lifetime blood. How can I take away your love? Although this matter is your fault, you also paid the price with both hands.
I will not pursue the matter as much as possible."
Lin Kanyi rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head.
He didn't pursue it.
But his hands were crippled and bleeding continued. He would die from excessive blood loss within half an hour.