Mu Xuri was taken aback, his brow furrowing even deeper.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Besides me, do you really have any other way to control the Mu Group?"
The man called Mister sneered coldly, his words dripping with disdain.
Mu Xuri felt a chill in his heart.
He knew that he was now in a passive position.
The situation had already been exposed, and as long as Mu Xiaojiu was around, he had no way to stand firm in the Mu Group.
But no matter what, he was still a member of the Mu Family.
Controlling the Mu Group through him was rightful and proper.
Back when they decided to cooperate, it was because they valued his identity.
He looked at the middle-aged man, his expression cooling a bit, and said in a deep voice, "As long as Mu Xiaojiu is controlled, I can regain the Mu Group."
The man retorted, "If Mu Xiaojiu were that easy to control, why would I need you?"
Mu Xuri clenched his palm tightly, although his words were unpleasant, they were true.
