Yang Cheng looked down at him and said casually, "I can give you one last chance."
"What chance? Just tell us! We'll agree to anything!"
Kong Demao hurriedly replied.
"First, sell all the shares you hold to Kong Lingwen. Second, your entire family must leave Zhonghai and never return."
As the words fell, Kong Demao's expression changed, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
The shares they held were the most, besides those of Kong Lingwen's family, which gave them some status among the clan members.
Although he often threatened Elder Kong with selling the shares, he actually could never sell them, since Chenling Pharmaceutical was making a lot of money and selling the shares would mean a huge loss.
"What? You don't want to?"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow and toyed with the dagger in his hand, his voice cold: "Then I'll give you another option, for you and your son to disappear without a trace."
