"Sister Lin, your demands... Bai Bo will never agree to them."
Zhou Xu looked at Lin Nianhe with helpless eyes. He felt that Lin Nianhe was still too young to understand people like Bai Bo—Bai Bo now needs a way to save face, at the very least.
Lin Nianhe, however, smiled and countered: "Why wouldn't he agree?"
"Ah?" Zhou Xu was stunned by her question.
Why wouldn't he agree?
Isn't it obvious?
The terms set by Lin Nianhe were essentially carving flesh from Bai Bo's body. Under the circumstances of losing a brother and having his flesh carved, if Bai Bo really agreed, he wouldn't need to be the boss anymore, as his subordinates would surely rebel and cause trouble.
Seeing Zhou Xu's helpless look, Lin Nianhe shrugged: "It's all about competition, winner takes all, it has always been so. He has no choice."
Indeed, Bai Bo had no choice.
