Useless Threats

The manager's face was pale. He did not intend to speak. In fact, he no longer had any hope of living.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Rong roared with a twisted expression.

Deng Yu's expressionless face had completely enraged him.

Even so, Zhang Rong's trembling hand still could not press the button.

Zhang Rong wasn't intimidating him. He understood that if he really pressed it, he would die as well.

The reason he was like this was because he was too afraid of death and wanted too much to live.

"Mr. Zhang." Deng Yu suddenly sighed and looked at Zhang Rong.

"You don't have to do this. I know you won't do it. Even if you really want to perish together, it's useless. Do you really think that I haven't thought of this day after being in the Rongwei Group for so many years? You can press it and see if the explosives buried in the cement will explode," Deng Yu said softly.