How dare he defy me?
Ming Ru Song sneered, "Fifteen per cent, the shares that you hold, I want you to give them to me." He produced some documents from nowhere and placed them on the table between them, the papers bearing the unmistakable seal of a legal contract. "Sign these over to me, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your pathetic existence."
Mo Hua Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, a surge of panic coursing through him as he realized the gravity of Ming Ru Song's demand. "Fifteen percent?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that's a significant portion of the company's holdings. I can't just hand them over to you."
Ming Ru Song's smirk widened into a malicious grin, his gaze unwavering as he leaned in closer to Mo Hua Ling. "Oh, but you can, old man," he taunted, his voice dripping with venomous intent. "You see, you don't have much of a choice in the matter. Either you sign over the shares willingly, or I'll take them from you by force."