The other people around the table all had smiles at the corners of their mouths.
Wang Tao, with a toothpick in his mouth, said:
"The Liang family is now out of the game; they can only swallow this loss in silence. They no longer have the guts to mention that 3 billion."
Pan Hongsheng nodded slightly, then glanced at his watch and said indifferently:
"So, there's no need to rush; these young punks just want to show off their uniqueness in such a way."
"We can't just sit around waiting forever, though," Ma Cong said.
"I'll give him another half an hour. If he doesn't show up, then we need to have a serious talk with them."
"What if he does?"
"Heh heh…"
Pan Hongsheng sneered, "If he comes, we'll settle both new and old accounts together."
As if a decision had brought some relief, the atmosphere at the table eased a bit.
And at just that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Lin Yi and three others walked in.
