Han Rong knew that if he enraged Lin Kuang, the man would surely kill him—it was an intuition honed over many years.
Upon hearing this, Lin Kuang smiled in satisfaction. "Very good. Mr. Han is indeed a smart man. Remember your words. Don't let your son and daughter cause trouble at Yashi Company again. Make sure you don't."
Lin Kuang's tone was casual, as if chatting with an old friend, but Han Rong felt no such ease—only immense pressure.
"I understand. They absolutely won't cause any more trouble," Han Rong said again.
Being a smart man, he didn't ask about Lin Kuang's background or whether he was the one who had crippled his son, Han Fei. He didn't dare. Besides, Lin Kuang's bold appearance was a clear message: "I'm not afraid of you, nor of the power behind you."
"Good, as long as you understand. Goodbye, Mr. Han," Lin Kuang said with a laugh. "Oh, wait. I hope we don't meet again. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist putting a hole in your forehead."
