Zhao Ling pulled the car up in front of those men, and even through the windshield, their dejected faces were clearly visible.
Both exited the car, and at this moment, Wei Tianyang noticed that Zhao Ling's tone and demeanor had completely changed; she had become cruel and cold, exuding an aura that instilled fear in those around her.
The men kneeling on the ground didn't dare to look at her, heads bowed as if even breathing was a sin in her presence.
The suited men around her all patted their sleeves and then lowered their heads.
But Zhao Ling raised her hand to stop them, saying, "Forget it."
Then, surveying the kneeling men, she asked, "Are all the people here?"
A suited man approached Zhao Ling and respectfully said, "Everyone is here."
"So few?" Zhao Ling looked displeased.
"Only these five men are the casino owners and shareholders; another died of cancer..." the suited man said nervously.
