Su Zhengfeng was momentarily stunned.
The Su Family is one of the Four Spirits, and the market value of the family business combined exceeds seventy to eighty billion.
And this enormous wealth flows through the hands of the Patriarch of the Su Family.
The position of the family head is supreme and unparalleled.
Asking Su Zhengfeng to give it up at this moment is akin to cutting his flesh.
No matter how domineering Yang Fei is, Su Zhengfeng is somewhat reluctant.
Yang Fei looked at him coldly, as if watching an idiot.
"Do you want your life or your money? The Fire Butterfly has turned into a restriction on you; with one thought, Su Xian'er can reduce you to ashes."
Su Zhengfeng was taken aback; he unfastened his buttons and looked at his chest.
The Fire Butterfly had formed a tattoo-like pattern, resting quietly over his heart, motionless.
At this moment, Su Zhengfeng felt utterly disheartened and dared not move recklessly. He sighed heavily.
