Wu Tian's expression remained unchanged, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. In his eyes, a character like Huang Ming was nothing more than a clown in a play.
"Is what I said too profound? You don't understand?" Seeing Wu Tian's silence, Huang Ming shook his head, his eyes full of arrogance. "I'm only asking you to hand over the formula for its own good."
"Bao Zhiling, after all, is in the business of medicinal herbs. In terms of fame, no other herb company, corporation, or pharmacy in Dragon Country can compare."
"This formula for the Herbal Essence can only reach its full potential in my hands."
Wu Tian could no longer stand to listen. Watching this clown had grown tiresome. "What makes you think I'll give you the formula? You should understand that you can't defeat me."
Huang Ming furrowed his brow but still managed a disdainful smile. "Yes, yes, yes. I admit I can't defeat you right now, given that you defeated those South Korean fighters I couldn't."
