Mr. Xicheng's right hand, holding the number plate, gradually tensed up; from the look Mu Tianye was giving him, he clearly sensed a provocation.
At the side of his jawbone, the punch he received last night still throbbed with pain, and within his chest, it felt as if flames were rising, wanting to burn that man to ashes, to tear him to pieces.
"Sir!"Xun Yang's hands reached out, grabbing his left arm, and by his ear, he softly reminded, "This might be Mu Tianye's trick; please don't be fooled."
2.5 billion already meant that the project's profits were included; raising the price further would mean a loss.
What did Mu Tianye want to do—did he truly want to win this plot of land, or did he want to infuriate Mr. Xicheng and make him fall into the trap... No one knew.
