"Cough cough..."
Things in front of him began to blur, blood with the taste of rust forced out from his throat.
Li Shen Yi clutched his chest, but the blood wouldn't stop gushing from the wound.
He was gasping heavily, looking at the few nephews standing in front of him, shook his head with difficulty and said weakly, "It's useless... my will..."
"Your will states that Bao Han Company should be passed on to Xinyue."
The middle-aged man, holding a gun in his hand, looked expressionlessly at the old man he once admired immensely, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "The will is notarized by Blue Star Bank, no one can interfere with the execution of the will. But, uncle, what if Xinyue also dies? She's so young, does she have thoughts about making a will? Are there other heirs?"
Hearing this, Li Shen Yi fell silent.
He's no longer strong enough to curse them, but it doesn't matter.
