"If we don't sell the shares to you, I don't believe that here in Huayu Group, you would dare to do anything."
A middle-aged shareholder shouted defiantly. Ye Qingfeng was too domineering, making him feel oppressed.
He didn't believe that, in the conference room of Huayu Group, Ye Qingfeng would really dare to do anything.
"You can try and see if the Ghost Hand Gang is more ruthless or I am more ruthless. If you dare to walk out of this room, I guarantee I'll make sure your entire family is wiped out!"
A group of people kept rambling with Ye Qingfeng, and Ye Qingfeng lost his patience, speaking coldly.
He, Ye Qingfeng, had truly walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Impatient, Ye Qingfeng suddenly stood up: "This is your last chance to speak, sell or not?"
Ye Qingfeng's palm lightly covered the conference table, and with a "crack," the table unexpectedly shattered abruptly.
Boom!
