Zhang Bolong was truly intending to kill.
"Clang."
The crystal ashtray viciously smashed onto Zhang Jian's head, instantly cracking his forehead and blood gushed out furiously.
He turned into a blood-soaked figure in just a moment.
"What do I need a good-for-nothing waster like you for? I might as well slaughter you."
Zhang Bolong seemed still unsatisfied and directly picked up the fruit knife from the fruit bowl on the tea table in front of him and walked towards Zhang Jian.
Zhang Bolong was in the real estate business, now operating several large hotels. The original accumulation of his capital was fraught with heavy blood debts, and although he had washed his hands of the underworld now, that aggressive nature still lingered.
"Dad, please, no."
"Don't kill me."
Zhang Jian was so scared that he wet himself.
"Old Master, Old Master, please spare Mr. Zhang, he was deceived too, it's not all his fault."
The old butler hurried forward to plead for Zhang Jian.
