When Nie Zhenyuan saw that his wrinkled hands had dirtied his trouser leg, he kicked him without hesitation. "You traitorous dog! My son was right. You're a fence-sitter, always changing sides. You might even be a double agent. There's no point in keeping you around!"
Butler Han's face was contorted with pain, but he completely disregarded his own body and crawled to Nie Zhenyuan's feet once more, kowtowing repeatedly, "Master, I swear I have never betrayed you. Please give me another chance. I will definitely keep a close eye on the young master—no, I will keep a close eye on that little bastard Nie Yu! I will create an opportunity for you to kill him without making a sound! Please spare my worthless life!"
While begging for mercy, Butler Han continued to kowtow incessantly until his head bled, but he did not stop.
Nie Zhenyuan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Nie Yu, that brat, was usually silent, and no one knew what he was thinking or doing.
During this period, evidence of corruption among senior executives of the Nie family's company was frequently exposed, and he always felt that things were not so simple.
If we want to find out the truth, perhaps only Butler Han has a chance of getting some information out of Nie Yu.
Thinking of this, Nie Zhenyuan stood up and, taking advantage of the moment when Butler Han was kowtowing, stepped on his head and slammed it hard to the ground.
Butler Han was trampled until his face was contorted with rage, tears streaming down his face, but he still wore a fawning expression.
"You dog, you're not entirely useless. I can spare you the death penalty, but Nie Yu only got the chance to attend the banquet at the Li family because of your negligence, and thus managed to curry favor with such a powerful family. If I break your leg, you won't lose out, will you?"
Butler Han was stunned, but the thought that he could still keep his worthless life to continue helping the young master filled him with a bittersweet joy. He thanked him as if he had been granted a pardon, saying, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."
"Alright, drag him out! Remember, don't kill him. I still have a use for him if he's alive." Nie Zhenyuan stood up and ordered his subordinates.
"Yes, sir!"
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