"Let her go!" Mu Fan's eyes were like that of a wild beast, almost devouring.
His voice came through his teeth like a chilling winter wind.
"Let go? Of course, I can do that. I don't actually want to kill anyone. After all, our ultimate goal is to make money, not to take lives." Donatello gave Mu Fan a slight smile, but there was no sign that he would move the Golden Revolver from his hand.
Two silent experts in front of Mu Fan blocked him in an angle.
Wang Nuonuo couldn't even imagine why the military was in cahoots with these people.
The Federation's systems and regulations, the citizens' human rights, were nothing in the eyes of these people.
"State your demands."
"Demands? Sure. I'll ask Miss Nuonuo again—I'm very interested in the shares of Loki Heavy Industry that you hold, Miss Nuonuo. Is it possible to transfer them?"
After Donatello finished speaking, he abruptly pulled the cloth gag from Wang Nuonuo's mouth.
