บท 43: Chapter 42 There Are Still Moves Left

"Weren't you calling me a boy just now? How did I become 'little brother' all of a sudden?"

Chu Yi sat on the railing, playfully taunting with interest.

The wrinkles on the Zheng family patriarch's face squeezed together in frustration, wishing he could strangle the brat above, yet reality did not permit him to do so.

Just by the way he had dodged the crossbow bolt, it was clear that his skills were formidable, and with the current protective forces of the Zheng Family, they most likely wouldn't be able to handle him.

Instead of continuing to fight hand-on, it would be better to placate him with stalling tactics for now, and then...

Paying a hundred million to have someone take him down shouldn't be a problem, right? If not, then two hundred million, as long as they could afford it, what was some obscure kid in comparison?