Zheng Yuanjie, to Hao Jian, was a dispensable figure. If he agreed to go to Dong Aiguo and clear things up, that'd be fine; otherwise, it would be just as good to kill him outright.
However, even if he chose to explain things to Dong Aiguo, Hao Jian wouldn't honor what he promised. After all, this guy was the chief culprit who nearly got his brother killed.
"You..."
To Zheng Yuanjie, the options laid in front of him were all roads to death. It was merely a difference between dying sooner and dying later.
If he went to Dong Aiguo and Hao Jian actually showed up, perhaps he could keep his life. But if he stubbornly refused, then he'd be dealt with here—and his distant nephew might not even bother to attend his funeral.
"I... I'll agree to it!"
