111 Chapter 111- Help Him Hold His Tongue

"Attorney Guan must be joking. The blessings by the gods are equally for all people, but the fruit of my hardships are mine. To show off what is mine is reasonable, but to show off what doesn't belong to me is shame, am I right?"

Guan Ming who wasn't able his blabbermouth attitude suddenly became stiff upon hearing Mo Zhaoshan's words. What does he mean? Other than today, he doesn't have any connection with President Mo and this is the first time that they met. This is also the first and last time that he offended him. He cursed himself for such luck. His fist clenched under his coat.

"p-pa-pardon me President Mo. I wasn't able to hold my tongue. I—I didn't mean to---"

"heh!" Mo Zhaoshan sat up straightly as he placed his wineglass on the table infront of him.

"Sit here beside me Mr. Guan." He may have given the order in a friendly tone, but it gave so much weight on the bystanders who is watching scenes unfolding before them.

Fear engulfed Guan Ming as he subconsciously stood up and followed the god's order. He sat beside him like a grade one student who is being punished by his teacher.

"You weren't able to hold your tongue you said?" he said as he looked at him with glinting eyes.

"y-yes, yes. I---I apolllllll-------nggg…nnnggg…."

Butler Rong swiftly came into action, catching Guan Ming's tongue.

"Then let me help you get a hold of it." Mo Zhaoshan opened the pen that was pinned on his chest pocket and a double-blade scalpel showed up.

SLASH.

Blood spurted out from Guan Ming's mouth and Mo Zhaoshan tried his best to dodge every single drop of it, like it is a lethal virus.

Butler Rong was able to hold the tip of Guan Ming's tongue so he handed it to the later's hand while he was kneeling on the floor in agony.

The other businessmen who were inside the room have different expressions on their faces; fear, surprise, evil smirks and grins. But most of them have the face that says "You-deserve-it".

Mo Zhaoshan stood up as Butler Rong wiped his Master's pen with white cloth. His master isn't in the mood now, better to leave than not letting others to live a little longer. Mo Zhaoshan left first

without saying goodbye.

"My apologies for the scene that you've seen tonight gentlemen. Please fret not, I will personally deliver promissory offerings early tomorrow. Please rest well tonight." Then he left to follow his master who seems to be in his period again.

Everyone forced a smile and nodded in agreement. Upon exiting the room, Butler Rong signaled his men to clean the mess inside.