Tang Feng saw the ugly grimace on Ma Youming's face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Old man, you were just too greedy."
"If you had just come up with 5 million, I would have sold you the wild mountain ginseng, and you could have at least owed Mr. Ouyang a favor. Now, sorry to say, even if you offer 10 million, I won't sell it."
"You said it, just don't regret it later."
Ma Youming, seeing Tang Feng's unyielding stance and the absence of room for negotiation, immediately dropped a cruel threat before seeking out the Zhonghai Clubhouse staff to spill the beans.
Before he had taken two steps, however, Tang Feng's fingertips suddenly flicked two small stones.
"Tut-tut..."
Ma Youming felt numbness in his knees and collapsed to the ground with a "thud," filled with shock and rage, "You brat, are you trying to kill and silence me?"
Mao Anyi was also startled by Tang Feng's actions, "Tang Feng, don't be impulsive."
