Facing Li Xuanyu's inquiry, Jin Zhonghui nodded repeatedly.
Sweat had soaked through his clothes, and due to excessive sweating, steam rose from his head like a boiling kettle, surrounded by white mist.
He was terrified to the extreme, despairing, "Li… President Li, I… I will listen to you from now on."
The other three were even more straightforward, directly kneeling on the ground, trembling as they said, "We are the same."
Li Xuanyu glanced at them indifferently and said, "With a group of fools like you, a bunch of parasites who care only about their own interests and not the life or death of the nation, it's no wonder Korea's facing ruin. Originally, I just wanted you to cooperate a bit, so everyone could work together to find a way back to our own land, then continue to live as wealthy families, as tycoons, while you enjoy your leisurely days. Isn't that good? Why engage in internal strife?"
"We were wrong!"
"We will never dare again."
