Chen Daojue was surprisingly direct, bowing to Shu Feng and apologizing. "Sir Shu Feng, this whole mess was caused by my worthless son. I apologize on his behalf and will compensate you with five hundred million in cash."
Shu Feng swirled the wine in his glass and said icily, "Your son tried to take seventy percent of my Phantom God Winery's shares without paying a single cent. I won't make things difficult for you. Break both his legs, then hand over seventy percent of your Chen Family's assets. Do that, and we can put this matter behind us."
Chen Daojue straightened abruptly, a sharp glint in his eyes. He said in a heavy tone, "Sir Shu Feng, that is going too far! There is no way the Chen Family can agree to such conditions!"
