"Well, it's not impossible!" Chu Mo laughed, his smile full of triumph.
"Speak, what are your demands? As long as it's within my Fang family's tolerance, I will agree to it!" Fang Zhenhong said through clenched teeth and with an icy face.
"First, you need to kneel down and apologize to me, and second, you need to compensate ten billion. Besides these two demands, I have an additional one: you, personally, must ruin his manhood!"
Chu Mo raised his voice so everyone could hear clearly, including Fang Xiong, whom he pointed at after finishing.
In an instant, Fang Xiong's face changed.
Fang Zhenhong's fists clenched so tightly they almost burst with blood, as an indescribable towering rage built up within him.
Too cruel!
Too ruthless!
This move left Fang Zhenhong so infuriated he could vomit blood, and he could only choose one of the two options.
Either ruin Fang Xiong's manhood.
Or let Chu Mo ruin Qiu Meng's Dantian.
For him, both choices were unimaginably difficult.