Chapter 1319

Zion wiped the barrel of his gun, then turned to the person beside him and said, "Clean it up." "Yes, Mr. Spencer." A few bodyguards moved in to dispose of Lester's body, and the shareholders who'd supported him immediately began to tremble. Zion leaned back in his chair and glanced at the row of shareholders standing before him. "You have two choices," he said in a steely voice. "Sell me your shares, or… end up like him." The shareholders looked at each other with terror written all over their faces. Their whole bodies shook as if caught in a winter storm. "W-We'll willingly hand over our shares in Spencer Group!" "Yes! We'll willingly… willingly hand them over!" The room was set to a crisp 68 degrees Fahrenheit, but cold sweat streamed down their faces. Zion gave a nod to his lawyer, who stepped forward with a set of share transfer contracts. With no other way out, one by one, they signed the papers. After holstering his gun, Zion said, "Escort our guests out." "Yes, Mr