Sun Hongwu had a vague feeling that Zhang Yang came with ill intentions, but the orders from above forced him to choose to give in.
"Mr. Zhang Yang, since you've brought it up, of course, I have to give you this face."
"But I have to confirm with you, once I let this old lady go, will you leave here, and we continue to mind our own business, what do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang let out a cold laugh.
"Isn't it a bit hasty to say we continue to mind our own business? My girlfriend is still in your hands; I'm sure you're aware of my hatred towards you."
Hearing Zhang Yang say this, Sun Hongwu's face immediately darkened.
"Zhang Yang, what exactly do you mean? Do you want to fight? If so, we are ready to accompany you anytime, but I advise you not to do that. You have seen our weaponry."
