After leaving Huafeng, Corbin slowly made his way back.
He knocked on Jenkins's office door and stood in front of his desk, respectfully saying, "First Young Master..."
Jenkins glanced at him and smiled, "So, it's the third brother."
"How's the task I assigned to you... going?"
Corbin lowered his head, "...I'm sorry, Song Chen is impervious and unwilling to agree."
Jenkins slowly stood up and walked in front of Corbin, "Unwilling?"
"Yes, he is unwilling."
"Is it that he is unwilling... or is it because you didn't put in your best effort, third brother?" Jenkins patted his shoulder and sighed.
The next moment, Jenkins's hand pressed down hard on his head, slamming it onto the desk!
"Bang—" The dull thud of his head hitting the solid wood desk echoed in the office.
Corbin groaned, and blood immediately flowed from his forehead.
The blood trickled down across his eyes and nose bridge.
Corbin quietly clenched his palm and dared not resist.
Because it would be worse.
