At that moment, the arrogant voice rang out again from the arena.
It was the burly man in the blue tank top mocking the people below. Clearly, he held no one in regard, adopting an attitude of self-importance.
Old Yuan, witnessing this scene, was livid, his face turning pale. Pointing at the burly man on the stage, he said to Lin Beichen, "Mr. Lin, do you see that guy? He is currently our number one enemy. If you can help us defeat him, we will definitely offer you one million."
Lin Beichen raised his head to look at the stage upon hearing this, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. He smiled slightly and nodded, "Alright, let me meet this arrogant fellow." With that, he stepped towards the arena.
"If you give me fifty-one percent of the shares, I can help your club prosper; otherwise, I have ways to make your club collapse, believe it or not?" The tone was slightly arrogant and threatening.
