"What! You... " Zhu Youkun was incredibly furious after hearing this, never expecting that this foreigner would actually demand him to bear the cost of the two hundred million. After so many hard years, two hundred million represented all his assets, and now, to his dismay, it was all for naught like drawing water with a basket.
But he didn't dare show his anger; if he lost this foreigner's patronage, let alone two hundred million, even twenty million would be hard to earn in the future.
Now, Zhu Youkun could only swallow his anger, endure everything, and etch all his hatred onto the heads of Yuan Shaofeng, Ye Tian, and Zhou Hai.
If it weren't for these jerks, how could he have just lost two hundred million! Two hundred million!
The foreigner saw Zhu Youkun's submission and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, afterwards he tried to swing the over one meter long Bronze Sword.
