Lei Jiao was like a person who was about to drown, waving desperately to Lin Yumeng. This was her only life-saving straw. She felt that if that force wanted her to die, she would have no time to do anything before she died.
"No, no!" Seeing Lei Jiao in such pain, Lin Yumeng burst into tears and held Peng Zhan's hand hard, hoping that he could help.
Peng Zhan couldn't help but sigh softly. Killing Lei Jiao was easier than killing an ant, but he couldn't see Lin Yumeng sad.
With a pop, Lei Jiao's body fell to the ground. She tightly protected her neck with her hands and breathed heavily. The strong feeling of suffocation just now made her extremely scared.
She originally thought that even if Peng Zhan's martial arts was stronger than hers, it would not be much stronger. With Lin Yumeng as a hostage, she would definitely have the absolute initiative.
Unexpectedly, she and Peng Zhan were so far apart across dimensions that if Peng Zhan wanted to kill her, he could do it quietly.
When she saw Cheng Wanling and Ye Xiaowu standing next to Lin Yumeng, she felt even more desperate. Both of their martial arts were superior to hers.
Lei Jiao felt like she was being plotted. Before coming, they told themselves that her martial arts skills were superior to Peng Zhan's and that even if something happened, she could escape easily.
"If you are honest, I can let you live, because you do not pose any threat to me, but if you still want to cause trouble, I will make you disappear from this world in a minute."
A thunderous voice suddenly sounded in Lei Jiao's mind. She turned pale and quickly looked at Peng Zhan, who was staring at her with his bright eyes.
She had no choice but to nod vigorously. In her first confrontation with Peng Zhan, she failed completely. From now on, she could only be at the mercy of Peng Zhan. She felt very lucky that Peng Zhan could spare her life.
However, Peng Zhan's reason for sparing her life made her feel very insulted because her existence did not pose any threat to him.
Seeing that Lei Jiao was dealt with, Li Jingjing was naturally dancing with joy. Without Peng Zhan's instructions, she immediately hurried out and informed everyone to rush to the conference room for a meeting.
Ten minutes later, the relevant personnel shuffled into the conference room, stretching and yawning.
This was not because they were lazy, but because the Shennong Building was surrounded and they could only spend the night in the office, sleeping on two makeshift chairs. Naturally, the quality of their sleep was not much better.
Most of the people who came in were unknown to Peng Zhan, and they looked at Peng Zhan who was sitting in the most important position with puzzled eyes. The position had always been occupied by Lei Jiao before. Lin Yumeng, as the boss of the company, Instead, he sat in the assistant's seat.
Now Lei Jiao was sitting next to her in disgrace, which made them feel that something big had happened, and everyone became cautious, not even daring to express their feelings.
"Who is the treasurer?" Peng Zhan asked coldly.
"I...I am." A middle-aged woman quickly raised her hand.
"How much money is left on the company's books?" Peng Zhan asked next.
"This... this..." The middle-aged woman looked at Lei Jiao, not knowing how to answer.
"Ling'er, take Lei Jiao out to rest." Seeing that these people all needed to look at Lei Jiao's face, Peng Zhan pushed her away.
Lei Jiao naturally didn't want to go out. She held the chair with her hands and tried to make a final struggle.
