"Shut up." Ma Tong shouted angrily,
"A Martial Arts Family should uphold the spirit of the Martial Arts Families. Reputation is paramount in Jianghu. Since we lost, we lost. We agreed to the bet, now abide by it; send someone to sign the project transfer agreement with Tang Ming immediately."
"But Father…"
Ma Benyue was unwilling to concede and wanted to argue.
"There is no 'but.' Do as I say immediately." Ma Tong commanded indisputably, then he clutched his chest and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Tang Ming stopped Ma Tong.
"Young brother, is there anything else? Could it be that you really want to completely annihilate my Ma Family?"
Ma Tong coldly stared at Tang Ming.
"That's not it. I admire your integrity, old man; you are much better than your descendants."
Tang Ming sincerely smiled, explaining,
"So I want to tell you, I did not poison you."
"If it wasn't you, then how did I get poisoned?" Ma Tong furrowed his brows in confusion.