"What's the use of asking his name? Let the security come up and take him away!" Another director slapped the table quite directly and stood up.

yelled at Bruce.

Bruce naturally pulled out a chair and sat under it.

"Give me your Fisker Group shares, I believe it is your best choice." Bruce held his chin and spoke with a natural expression.

Some directors were so angry that this young man sitting here laughed.

"Who are you? Talking to us like this!" the director said lightly.

Bruce smiled: "Trev Bogarde? I think you should take a good look at this report before talking to me."

Bruce motioned to one of the bodyguards to bring over the document bag that Bruce had asked him to carry with him.

I found the document signed by Trev Bogarde and threw it directly in front of the guy.

Trev glanced at Bruce, and then slowly opened the document with Bruce's smile on his face.

Although the other directors were quite curious about what was written in that document, they maintained their identities and sat in their seats solemnly.

There is no action.

What they could see was that Trev's expression changed from casual at the beginning, to serious, and finally to horror, and they could vaguely see the cold sweat on the guy's face.

"I agree." After reading his documents, Trev immediately raised his head and spoke to Bruce.

As Trev finished speaking, a bodyguard placed a contract in front of Trev.

"The contract is ready, followed by the compensation for you, thank you for your cooperation." Bruce said with a smile.

But Trev wouldn't think so much now. Now he just wants to sign his damn name on it and leave this hellish place!

He didn't mean to read the contract at all, he turned directly to the place where he should sign, and signed his name with a big stroke of his pen.

He immediately stood up and prepared to leave, but when he was about to leave, he still held the document Bruce had given him tightly in his hand.

Bruce stopped him: "Don't be so anxious."

He stood up and walked over, looked at Trev's name on the contract, and smiled: "Nice signature font, but you seem to have forgotten something."

Bruce took out the so-called compensation that came with the contract.

Naturally, it was the bearer bond found in Kingpin's basement.

"Don't forget this." He thoughtfully placed the bearer bond squarely in the folder in Treve's hand. Bruce grabbed the director's arms and patted them with a smile on his face.

"This is like an elite person."

"Sorry, I can't send you down. I have other things to do." After saying that, Bruce patted Trev's left shoulder rather frivolously with the back of his hand and sat back down.

When Trev left, he had no intention of looking back. Now he just wants to leave here as soon as possible.

Treve's various reactions explained to the other directors how extraordinary the young man in front of him was.

This made all the directors look at Bruce with caution in their eyes.

"Oh, by the way, I also have some documents of other directors here." How could Bruce not respond to the gazes of other directors.

Taking out the documents, Bruce motioned to the bodyguard behind him to place each document in front of the directors.

By the way, he also placed the share transfer contract next to their documents, and even thoughtfully prepared pens for them.

"Don't put it wrong. It would be bad if others knew about these things." Bruce sat in his seat and spoke completely casually.

The bodyguards just said nothing and carried out their tasks seriously.

All the directors received their own documents. They looked at Treve and were already prepared.

But I didn't feel that this young man could produce any powerful documents.

At most, it's just that Trev himself did things with dirty hands and feet, leaving others with a clue.

But when they saw the documents in front of them, they finally understood why Trev was so scared.

Because the documents in their hands revealed almost everything they had ever done.

Tax evasion, tax evasion, kickbacks from government projects, and even some scandalous things that have been done in the past have been exposed.

"Ta~ta~ta~"

The sound of Bruce tapping on the table added a sense of urgency to the current environment.

Almost all the surrounding directors felt numb.

This young man is really too ungrateful.

When you come up, enlarge your moves.

Who can bear this?

One of the directors suddenly raised his head and looked at Bruce, who was sitting there tapping the table gently: "Young man, I hope you can take care of yourself. You can't eat such a big thing."

"It's not like he's going to die."

"Wow, can I think you are threatening me?" Although Bruce sounded quite surprised in his tone, he still had a faint smile on his face.

"And, do you really have the guts to threaten me?"

Bruce lay back, leaning on the back of his chair and talking nonchalantly: "Don't talk about whether I can eat it or not. Isn't the Fisker Group a hot potato?"

"You really don't want to let go?"

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, the director wanted to say something else, but many surrounding directors had already started the signing process.

But they were a little calmer than Triff.

At least they remembered to take their compensation with them.

Bruce just sat there quietly waiting for these guys to slowly leave here.

Finally, even the guy who had threatened Bruce was ready to sign.

But Bruce got his contract back.

"Sorry, sir, this contract is void." Bruce smiled and sat on the table next to the man.

At this moment, he was playing with the pen he took from the director, vividly showing off a bohemian young man.

"What do you mean?" The director was obviously very angry, and he glared at Bruce.

Bruce just continued to play with the pen, but soon another burst of noise sounded outside.

"Sorry, P.D.N.Y." A policeman came up and showed his ID to the bodyguard who stopped him.

"Let them in." Bruce nodded and asked the bodyguard to let the police officers in.

"Did you call the police?" The police officer looked at the environment here and was obviously very polite. He first looked inside the house and asked about the person who called the police.

"That's right, officer." Bruce put down the pen in his hand and came to the officer.

He conveniently took over the documents that the director had put aside.

"We found a pretty bad guy today. I didn't even know there was such a scumbag in my company." Bruce showed great indignation.

"Originally, I just wanted to find out if someone was lining their own pockets, but I didn't expect that someone would do such an annoying thing."

When the documents were handed over to the police, the director immediately couldn't sit still.

He wanted to step forward and say something, but was directly suppressed by Bruce's bodyguard.

Although the police saw it, they didn't say anything. The guy just looked like he was coming to commit violence.

The bodyguard did nothing wrong.

But when he saw the document in his hand, he already understood that it was impossible for him, a young police officer, to make a judgment on this matter.

All he can do is take people away.

"Thank you." Bruce smiled and waved as he watched the police take the person away.

The director didn't say anything, he just stared at Bruce, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But he already understood all these emotions when he saw his wife and children who had just entered the company building.

There is no room for him to make a comeback.

Bruce stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and just watched the man being escorted into the police car without saying anything.

Silent like a statue.
Chapter completed!