Xu Hao laughed at this moment, "Master Wu, why put yourself in such a difficult position? No matter how much you donate to Tu Yilong, you won't be able to spend it all. After all, this token will ultimately belong to me."
"Hmph! Xu Hao, stop putting on airs!"
Tu Yilong instantly glared at Xu Hao with fury, "Tomorrow, on the arena, I will surely have you stained in blood on the spot!"
"It doesn't matter, but I hope you have the ability. I'm just afraid you'll end up getting slapped in the face instead of playing hero."
With a shrug of nonchalance, Xu Hao continued.
"Fine, then our Wu Family will support the Third Young Master with fifty billion Huaya Currency."
Wu Yong made up his mind with resolve, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
He had no choice; Tu Yilong insisted on getting the money, and he dared not fail to cooperate. Otherwise, he would be courting death.