"Past grudges, will you let them go?"
The reserved voice echoed in his ears, and memories from the past flashed through Chen Feng's mind.
Arrogant Golden Guard, brutal Onite....
If the other party hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the small player Utopia and those grievances that were close to being resolved.
"So?"
The woman named Oona continued to ask, her neck rising slightly like a swan.
The virtual projection was almost lifelike; Chen Feng could clearly feel the arrogance of the Lute family from the superconglomerate.
A few words could make everything seem natural, claiming to write off the so-called grievances as if it were a great boon to him, the target of this resentment.
"What if I say no?"
He asked calmly, as Chen Feng's eyebrows slowly relaxed.
"Oh?"
Oona's eyes flashed, but she wasn't surprised.
