"Good. You're a bold one, Fifth Master! Since it's come to this, will you end things yourself, or shall I help you?"
Zhao Jinze said coldly.
His words struck everyone like a thunderclap on a rainy night.
Limp Zhang and Peng Laohu's faces paled in alarm. "Brother Zhao, you can't!"
"Jinze, stay your hand."
The others who had come to back up Fifth Master also paled, chiming in to dissuade him.
"Director Zhao, it's come to this, but it's always better to settle things peacefully."
"We're willing to vouch for him. Whatever your demands may be, Brother, I'm sure Fifth Master will meet them. Isn't that right, Fifth Master!"
It wasn't that these men who spoke up for Fifth Master shared some profound, life-or-death bond with him.
Rather, everyone present was involved. If things truly went that far, who knew if Zhao Jinze would use it as an excuse to make a bigger issue of it.
'And wipe them all out in one fell swoop?'
