As Aurelia Shaw expected, Mason Nightshade quickly stabilized Nightshade Corporation's crisis. He first held a press conference to clarify the issues regarding hotel and food safety. The live broadcast of the health department's inspection had a very convincing effect on the public.

Mason Nightshade personally promised an unconditional return within three months if there were issues with Nightshade Corporation's products.

Seven days later.

M Nation.

In a certain alley, Mason Nightshade lit a cigarette, slowly smoking it. The smoke blurred his cold, hard face, as someone was pressed down, their shoulders held, kneeling before him.

He lifted his eyelids coldly, gazing down at the person, "Daring to scheme against me, it seems you really don't want to live."

Vance Evans' lips turned pale, his obese body shuddering in fear, not daring to lift his head, continually kowtowing, "Master Night, I was wrong, please spare me this time, I was out of my mind, I am a worthless person."

"Boss, this guy spent all the money on gambling, there's not much left," Gustavo Yates said.

Mason Nightshade lifted his foot, placing it on Vance Evans' shoulder. It seemed like he didn't use much force, but Vance Evans couldn't get up from the ground, his shoulder felt crushed, his lips turned pale and trembled, and a chilling scream escaped his throat.

Seeing the high and mighty man from the corner of his eye, Vance Evans grimaced with displeasure at being disturbed. He bit his lip hard and nearly bit through his lower lip from the pain but didn't dare make a sound. The man in front of him was scarier than losing his tongue.

"My money, did you enjoy spending it?" Mason Nightshade curled one side of his lips, his gaze vicious and cold, resembling a Shura.

"No, no, no..." Vance Evans was in such pain he couldn't form a complete sentence, his right arm went limp on the ground, and blood gushed out when he spoke, reaching a trembling hand to pull on Mason Nightshade's pant leg. He glimpsed Mason Nightshade's slightly narrowed, icy eyes from the corner of his eye, shuddered in fear, and retracted his hand, pleading, "Master Night, I realize my mistake, I didn't intend to plot against you. It was... it was a woman. She came to me proactively, if not for her instigation, I would never have... Ah!" Bones crunched underfoot.

Gustavo Yates shook his head, this man dared to slander Young Madam at such a moment, courting death, didn't he know Young Madam was the boss's Achilles' heel?

Alas, if he had admitted his mistake, he might still have a sliver of hope, but now...

"Throw him into District Eight."

Mason Nightshade coldly left a sentence before turning and striding away.

At the mention of District Eight, Gustavo Yates coldly shivered. It was a military prison, housing the most vicious death row inmates. A normal person entering would be either torn apart alive or tortured into a mental breakdown inside; no sane person would come out alive.

Vance Evans really angered the boss.

Country Z Airport.

Grayson Quinn enthusiastically came to welcome the two back to the country, spreading his arms wide, but his hug couldn't reach the person who was like an ice block and was repelled by the cold and fierce gaze, so he turned to hug the small secretary beside him instead.

Not to mention, the secretary's thin-looking figure was quite meaty to the touch, and also quite elastic.

Gustavo Yates, being taken advantage of in public, displayed a face full of black lines, "Officer Quinn, where exactly are your hands touching?"

Grayson Quinn smiled with a raised lip, clapping twice and generously praised, "Little Gustavo, I noticed your skin is quite pale, is your body as white as your face?"