Ling Feng didn't even glance at the money box on the table, merely asking Hu Deqiang with indifference, "How much?"
Hu Deqiang paused for a moment, then his smile became even more triumphant.
All those decisive martial powerhouses had to kneel before money!
A mere martial artist was truly base!
"There's fifty million here! Now, as long as Mr. Ling nods, this money will be yours."
As Hu Deqiang finished speaking,
Ling Feng slowly closed his eyes, adopting an attitude of resting his mind and disdainfully ignoring him.
Hu Deqiang frowned slightly, thinking this meant he was offering too little money. However, he had anticipated this.
As the chairman of Tianlong Group, Hu Deqiang had a lot of funds at his disposal. Fifty million was merely a pittance to him, enough to dismiss a beggar.
Clearly, this Ling Feng was not as easily dealt with as the beggars he had encountered before.
"Heh, it seems Mr. Ling finds the money insufficient. That's not a problem. Mr. Ling, please name your price."
"As long as you agree to stop investigating Ling Yan's matter, I, Hu Deqiang, can certainly offer a price that satisfies Mr. Ling."
Hu Deqiang adopted a posture of wealth and arrogance. Although his tone remained polite, the contempt in his eyes as he stared at Ling Feng was unconcealed.
But Ling Feng remained seated, silent, not even his eyelids twitching.
Hu Deqiang's lips twitched, and he thought to himself, "This brat dares to put on airs in front of me. He's asking for money, and he's acting like a big shot! Watch me drown you in money!"
Suppressing a surge of anger, Hu Deqiang spoke without regard for whether Ling Feng was paying attention. "Heh, Mr. Ling, how about one hundred million! I've come with great sincerity this time."
One hundred million!
This was certainly not a small sum.
In Hu Deqiang's opinion, Ling Feng was just someone whose brother had died, and who was now using his martial arts skills to extort money.
One hundred million for a life – if this news got out, people would be lining up to die!
However, Ling Feng's face did not show the expression Hu Deqiang expected. He remained the same, like a meditating monk, not even lifting his eyelids.
This put considerable psychological pressure on Hu Deqiang.
"Could this kid still think the money is too little? He's going to ask for the moon!"
While contemplating, Hu Deqiang saw no reaction from Ling Feng and could only look towards Yang Fei.
Their eyes met, and Hu Deqiang trembled inwardly. Yang Fei's gaze was so sharp, truly intimidating. He seemed to be Ling Feng's top henchman.
However, Hu Deqiang found it difficult to understand why even Yang Fei, the henchman, showed no reaction to his offer of one hundred million.
At this, Hu Deqiang gritted his teeth and revealed a new price:
"Fine! Then three hundred million! This price should be acceptable, right?"
Three hundred million!
Such a sum would absolutely allow Ling Feng to live in luxury for a lifetime. With a nod, he could reach the pinnacle of life!
This time, Hu Deqiang finally saw a change in Ling Feng's face. His tightly shut eyes opened.
However, there was no surprise in those eyes, only the usual coldness.
Their gazes met for the first time, and Hu Deqiang's entire body trembled violently!
What kind of eyes were these?!
If looking at Yang Fei made Hu Deqiang feel like his back was pricked by needles,
Then meeting Ling Feng's gaze now made Hu Deqiang feel as if he were falling into a bottomless abyss, instinctively wanting to pull away.
But, strangely, Hu Deqiang found that his eyeballs seemed unable to move.
He could only meet Ling Feng's indifferent gaze, and his body continued to sink, sinking deeper into that bottomless abyss.
Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. Driven by fear, Hu Deqiang couldn't help but blurt out another price:
"Ten billion! I'll offer ten billion! That's all I can give you! For someone who is already dead, no one else would offer this price!"
As Hu Deqiang shouted his near-hoarse voice, this was the limit of the funds he could control. There would be no profit from this deal.
Only then did Ling Feng slowly retract his gaze and say indifferently,
"Ten billion, for one life!"
Hu Deqiang seemed to wake from a dream, gasping for air. He couldn't believe he had offered Ling Feng the astronomical sum of ten billion!
But seeing Ling Feng speak again, Hu Deqiang already showed a victorious demeanor.
A sinister smile appeared on his lips. "Heh, Mr. Ling, you must understand, this is wealth that countless people dream of! With these ten billion, you can do whatever you want!"
"Moreover, even if you continue to investigate, you won't find anything. It's better to take the money, enjoy your life, and avoid trouble. Why not?"
As his words fell, Hu Deqiang closed the money box in front of him. Having offered ten billion, the fifty million in cash would naturally be taken back.
As long as Ling Feng agreed, the ten billion could be transferred to Ling Feng's account at any time.
But just as Hu Deqiang was preparing to withdraw victoriously,
Ling Feng said indifferently, "Hu Deqiang, even all the assets of your Tianlong Group cannot buy back a single strand of my brother Ling Yan's hair! Today, you are here to seek death!"
Hearing this, Hu Deqiang's eyes nearly bulged out. He truly couldn't believe his ears.
"What did you say? Ling Feng, I know you're arrogant, but I didn't expect you to be so contemptuous of others. Do you know the market value of my Tianlong Group? For your brother Ling Yan's life..."
Hu Deqiang's words were cut short mid-sentence.
Because he once again felt the terrifying aura emanating from Ling Feng, pressing down on him like a mountain.
Then, Ling Feng slowly stood up, looking at Hu Deqiang with an indifference as if he were looking at a dead pig.
"Hu Deqiang, I originally thought you would provide me with some valuable clues! But now it seems you are useless!"
"Now you have two choices: First, keep your dog's life! Second, disappear from my sight immediately! Get out!"
As the last word "get out" was uttered,
Hu Deqiang stumbled and fell to the ground, as if hit by a car. He rolled several times on the ground before fleeing in terror, clutching the money box!
Hu Deqiang truly felt the presence of death.
He could even smell the scent of blood in his nostrils. In that instant, he felt as if he were submerged in a mountain of corpses!
And standing at the peak of that mountain of corpses was a person!
That person was none other than Ling Feng!
No! He was more than just a martial artist!