"B-but won't that old man have a heart attack?" a man, presumably the assistant or servant, asked.
"He deserves it," the figure said, a maniacal glint in his dark eyes.
"I'll do it right away," Mu Fu said, trembling slightly as he spoke. His master was too terrifying!
"Wait."
Mu Fu stopped in his tracks. "Yes, sir?"
"What's that Shentu Hu doing?" the man asked in a lazy voice.
"I think he just received the news too, sir."
"Lend him a helping hand. Make sure those old, cunning foxes pass their shares to him," the figure said, leisurely strolling to his desk and casually fondling a potted plant on it.
The fragrance of the pink flowers reminded him of her lovely smile.
"Tell him not to forget our deal," the figure said, suddenly breaking a branch of the plant.
SNAP!
The sound of the broken branch was eerily reminiscent of limbs being snapped.
Mu Fu began to sweat. He quickly nodded and left the room.
Meanwhile...
