At this moment, someone shouted from outside, “Guys, Mr. Lee is here. Quick, get two young men to help carry him up the stairs.”

Jacob finally breathed a sigh of relief and urged Charlie, “Hurry, go and help.”

Charlie nodded.

Aaron said to Jake as well, “You too. We old folks are not as strong as the youngsters, we can’t do it anymore.”

“Okay.” Jake nodded and walked out the door with Charlie.

As they walked down the stairs, the supercilious Jake walked ahead of Charlie and didn’t bother to even bat an eye at him.

Charlie couldn’t be bothered either. This bugger and his company wouldn’t survive after today anyway. He just needed to find the best timing to deliver the fatal blow.

Extreme joy spawned extreme sadness, and that was the worst blow a man could get. Jake hadn’t reached extreme joy yet.

They arrived downstairs and saw an eighty-something-year-old man with white hair sitting in a wheelchair and looking up at the old school building.

A middle-aged man was standing next