Donald Simmons couldn't help but feel elated, and briskly ran to the front, blocking the way, scoffing, "Do you have a sickness in your head or something?
Who the hell do you think you are, saying you don't want to make things difficult for us? What if I just feel like giving you a hard time?"
"Donald!"
Mick Simmons called out to his cousin, walking quickly to the two of them and looking at Greg Jensen, "Greg Jensen, don't be too hasty to refuse.
Thanks to the relationship with the Ford family, we don't want to give you trouble either. As long as you hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass, I'll agree to any condition you want."
"Sorry, not interested," Greg Jensen replied indifferently.
Donald Simmons angrily said, "Don't freaking toast if you aren't going to drink, you'll be forced to drink a forfeit!"
Mick Simmons' expression also darkened, he frowned and said, "If that's the case, then let's settle this the way of the martial world.
