"Two hundred million! Why don't you go rob a bank?" Luo Yaowu had seen people making outrageous demands, but even he had never seen anyone be as audacious as Chen Wei.
He indeed wanted to spend money to smooth things over and intended to find someone to deal with Chen Wei afterward, but he had not expected Chen Wei to outright demand a sky-high sum of one hundred million per person. Together, that was two hundred million—a fortune many could not make in a lifetime.
Even Luo Yaowu couldn't come up with so much money in such a short time; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so agitated.
"What you think is irrelevant, the important thing is, if I don't see that two hundred million, and that guy over there," Chen Wei glanced at his brother Luo Wencai, who was still unconscious, "you will bear the consequences."
"You, you scoundrel!" Luo Yaowu, who was used to ruling over the Imperial Capital with his power, was being targeted and humiliated to such an extent for the first time.
