"Hah!" Ou Luoxi laughed. "What do you want? Just say it."
"Young master Gong Ming, you killed my father, swallowed the efforts of several generations of our Osaka Group, and drove us out of Japan. Now, we are now like stray dogs. This hatred is as deeply entrenched in our blood!"
"Well, I regret it now."
"Oh, Young Master Gong Ming regrets it?"
"Yes, I regret that I didn't remove the root of the problem because of my kindness."
"You!" That other party was obviously angry but quickly suppressed it. "Ok, Young Master Gong Ming, let me be straightforward then. I want money, one hundred million dollars, no less."
"Place of transaction?" Ou Luoxi asked curtly.
"I'll let you know again. Tomorrow morning we will do the exchange — money in exchange for the person."
"And my daughter? I want to hear her voice."
"Ok."
