The cloud-level top floor of the Huanglan Group building.
The previously tense atmosphere, on the brink of eruption, suddenly froze as if a pause button had been pressed, following the unexpected raised hand of the father.
"Hold on a moment," the man with black hair and emerald eyes gestured.
"What? Don't tell me you're planning to surrender now?" The Depraved Hero sneered, the arcs on the Heavenly Book crackling in his hand. "Well, maybe it's for the best; after all, one punch might leave your old bones half-paralyzed. For the sake of mom's happiness in her later years, you should give it some thought."
Paying no heed to the Depraved Hero's provocation, the father calmly responded, "An 'Angel' investor is interested in my project, so I need to have a brief meeting."
"...What?"
After a moment's thought, the father added, "It's more like mutual financing guarantees rather than just an investment. It seems they also need my technology shares."
