Chapter Thirteen. Sorry, I'm Disrespectful(2/2)
He was silent again.
An indescribable sense of absurdity swept across the body.
Although he was the chief of the Sichuan Rice Group, his first reaction at this time was still to leave here and run far away.
As for the kind of "gangster bosses are calm and calm and calm" in movies, TV series, and novels, or "fight for the glory of the Sichuan Rice Group,"...those are just jokes!
No one is afraid of death.
What is calm in the face of death - that's nothing!
Some Japanese Yakuza looked glamorous and looked cold-eyed and cold-faced in the face of ordinary people, but in fact they were afraid of death.
Perhaps there are a few reckless men who are really not afraid of death, but most people are still timid.
After all, when a person dies, nothing is gone.
Once he dies, countless people will be able to take over his position as the general leader - a gangster, and the quickest way to turn against him.
but...
Where else can he go after leaving here?
Under your feet is the headquarters of the Sichuan Rice Group.
This is the safest place.
Chuan Daosheng didn't know how to choose for a while.
Until he heard the sentence-
Chapter completed!