Griffin did not flinch. He stood perfectly still in the freezing rain. His stitched leg throbbed with a dull, agony, and his torn hands bled freely onto the black pavement."Pull the trigger, Roth." Griffin said softly. His voice cut through the sound of the rain and the whining engines of the private jet. "But it will not change anything. The money is gone. Your empire is burned to ashes. If you shoot me, you are not a powerful Chairman defeating his rival. You are just a sad, desperate old man committing murder on a dirty runway."The hands of the Chairman shook violently. The silver revolver trembled in his grip."You took everything from me." Roth cried out. Tears of pure frustration mixed with the rain on his wrinkled face. "I built the Vanguard Board. I controlled the city. I was a king.""Kings protect their people." Griffin replied coldly. He took one slow, deliberate step forward. "You exploited them. You stole from the weak to build your castles. You were never a king. You