"Patriarch Fang, have you made your decision?"
Gong Biao toyed with a pair of iron gall balls in his hand, which made a CLACKING sound as they rubbed together. His tone was one of undisguised pressure.
"Hand over the mining rights to that silver mine, and you might get some compensation. If you don't know what's good for you..."
He paused, his cold gaze sweeping over the Fang Family. The threat was self-evident.
Fang Tu, the most hot-tempered of the group, shot to his feet at these words and roared, "Patriarch Gong, you've gone too far!"
"Gone too far?" Gong Biao sneered, glancing askance at Fang Tu. "So what if I have? In this world, the weak are meat for the strong. That's the law of the jungle! Can your Fang Family even hold on to this wealth?"
"You!" Fang Tu trembled with rage and was about to step forward to argue.
