Great Marshals
Chapter 72

Zeke said, "You can't stand up and talk to me. Kneel down!"

Dane gritted his teeth. "Well, I admit you're not a simple person. But you're too young to make me kneel. I don't mind losing this job if the company goes bankrupt."

"What a strong character you have. I hope it stays with you until the end" Zeke said.

Dawn looked at Zeke with a dreamy expression.

This guy looks better the more I see him.

After a while, a potbellied man staggered in.

As soon as he walked in, he yelled angrily, "Dane, come here, you moron."

Upon seeing the man, the crowd gasped.

This bloated man is famous in Oakheart City. A brand, The Polk, he created has a market value of tens of billions, and is registered in the United States. He was ranked among the ten richest people in the Rivermouth District.

They had previously thought the Dane boss would be an ordinary businessman, but to their surprise, he was a great person.

The fact that a large listed company went bankrupt in ten minutes showed them Zeke's power far beyond their imagination.

Dane walked over to the distended man. "Master, 1—"

Hit it!

The potbellied man slapped Dane in the face. "You bastard, look what you've done. Tell me, which big blow have you hurt?"

Dane stared intently at Zeke. "He."

The potbellied man sized up Zeke, looking surprised.

Originally, he had thought it would be the son of a rich man, who would be extremely arrogant, domineering, and savage. Surprisingly enough, the person turned out to be humble and simple with his simple clothes.

Being an experienced entrepreneur, the potbellied man knows for sure that a truly strong person is always very humble.

He immediately fell to his knees.

Zeke looked at the potbellied man, amused. "Your subordinates have quite a strong character."

Taking a hint, the potbellied man scolded Dane angrily, "Dane, get down on your knees now and apologize to this man."

Dane gritted his teeth, his veins protruding from his face. "Kneeled? Hah, do I really need to kneel down and apologize for such a miserable job? I'm not that stupid."

He was not the owner of the company, so his bankruptcy was none of his business. He would only lose his job, but at least he still had some pride.

The potbellied man scolded, "Fuck up! Do you think you just lost your job? Let me warn you, someone has brought charges against you for bribery as well as tax evasion with conclusive evidence. You should get ready to rot in jail ."

Huh huh?

Dane felt a chill crawl down his spine.

He knew very well what bad things he had done.

If he was punished by the law, he would have to be behind bars for at least ten years!

It means his life is ruined.

F. Who's the guy with Dawn? How strong is he for him to actually find evidence of my crimes?

He fainted and became weak at the knees as he immediately knelt on the ground.

"I was wrong. Dawn, I shouldn't offend you right now. Please forgive me for once. I can't go to jail because I still have family to feed."

Zeke looked at Dawn with a faint smile. "Fajar, he asked you to drink with him now, why don't you go and have a drink with him?"

Then, he handed a bottle of wine to Dawn.

Dawn took the bottle with a sly smile. "Thank you, Zeke."

He walked up to the Dane and poured the entire bottle of wine into his head. "You want to drink together, right? Drink more, you fat pig. You really have the courage to say that you have a family. Do you not feel sorry for them after you destroyed so many girls? Zeke won't spare you if you dare to harass them again."