"Han Yu!"
Seeing that the person coming was Han Yu, Song Zhiheng's teeth itched with rage.
It was him again!
Counting this time, Han Yu had already thwarted his plans three times!
Dammit, was this guy my nemesis in a past life?
If it weren't for this bastard, Old Mr. Song and Song Yan'er would have been dealt with by now, and the vast Song's Qianda Group would have already fallen into my hands!
"Let me go, and I can give you five billion!"
Though he hated Han Yu enough to want to flay him alive, Song Zhiheng was very clear that, at this moment, he was the fish on the chopping board, completely at Han Yu's mercy. Escaping alive was simply impossible.
His only hope now was to buy off Han Yu.
Faced with the temptation of five billion, Han Yu let out a cold laugh without saying a word.
"Not enough?"
Song Zhiheng's facial muscles trembled slightly, and he lifted up his hands, saying, "Ten billion! Just let me go, and I can give you ten billion!"
