Barking orders at his senior employees, and stepping out with beautiful women and luxury cars by his side.
Suddenly one day, his company went bankrupt overnight, and all his assets were reduced to zero.
The house, wife, mistress, cash—all gone.
Even the janitors looked at him with disdain, a feeling of disparity that could drive a person insane.
Zhang Jinlong was feeling exactly that.
He felt he was done for.
Completely done for.
Destroying a Cultivator's cultivation was more painful than killing him directly.
Getting killed was simply death, but being crippled and forced to live as an ordinary disabled person for the rest of his life was worse than death.
Qin Hao looked at the now-crippled Zhang Jinlong.
How could Qin Hao not know what Zhang Jinlong was thinking?
Thinking of dying?
How could he let you die so easily?
While he was secluded, you bastards were messing around right under his nose, thinking you could escape scot-free?
