"The car can be found in the Han Family Enterprises' underground parking lot every day, and the license plate number is..."
As Q read out the familiar license plate number, Han Zhijin's face changed again, "That's my uncle's car! Are you trying to make me responsible for killing my uncle?!"
Q said, "There are two options. One, either you, your mother, your lover, and your son all die alongside your uncle, or two, just your uncle dies. Young Master Zhijin, you choose?"
Han Zhijin appeared restless, his feet shuffling non-stop in place. After a long while, he raised his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, then asked, "If I choose the second option, are you sure you can let the people within a mile go?"
Q replied, "Of course, I only want the Han Family Enterprises. As long as you don't compete with me for it, I guarantee your safety."
Han Zhijin was silent for a good while, "I hope you keep your word."
