Five million?
At that figure, the corners of Chen Lin's mouth curled into a mocking smile.
He could not even be bothered to look at Liu Xinjian, as though he were listening to some country bumpkin discussing the price of vegetables down to the last cent.
"Do I look like I need your pocket change?"
Chen Lin's voice was quiet, yet it struck Liu Xinjian's self-important face like an invisible slap.
His contempt was naked and utterly undisguised.
"Forget about getting a letter of forgiveness from me."
"Instead of wasting your time here, hire a good lawyer and figure out how to shave a few years off your precious son's sentence."
Liu Xinjian could no longer maintain his composure as a business tycoon. Blood rushed to his head, turning his entire face a dark, angry red.
He had tried!
How could he not have?
He had tapped every connection he had in Magic City, including powerful figures who ranked far above An Changlin.
And what had that achieved?
However far Magic City's reach extended, it could not reach into Yicheng.
An Changlin was an immovable rock. He refused to do anyone any favors and had rebuffed every last one of them!
In the end, his lawyer had offered only one way forward: the man who had caused the problem was the only one who could resolve it. He had to come and beg Chen Lin.
He forcibly suppressed the fury roiling in his chest, each word seeming to grind its way out from between his back teeth.
"Chen Lin, leave yourself some room! You never know when our paths might cross again!"
"Oh?"
Chen Lin finally stopped what he was doing, rose unhurriedly, and took a step forward.
That single step made Liu Xinjian instinctively retreat half a step.
Chen