Iron and Blood, Tender Feelings

Lu Suifeng simply extended a finger.

“One million, ten million? ...”

“One hundred million gold coins!”

Lu Suifeng retracted his finger, speaking with undeniable certainty.

A sigh echoed from the Duan Family’s side, and the elders engaged in a tense discussion.

They unanimously believed that shedding some blood could ensure the family’s escape from disaster.

Though it would be painful, they could accept it.

“Very well! One hundred million it is! Let our grievances come to an end.”

One of the elders called someone over and gave them instructions.

The person hurriedly left and returned shortly after, holding a stack of gold cards.

Ouyang Mingyue stepped forward to receive the gold cards without carefully inspecting them, trusting that the other party wouldn’t dare to play any tricks at this moment.

Following that, the Duan Family brought forward the pale-faced Duan Qinghai.