Maximilian didn't respond immediately. He looked around the room, observing every board director's face. Considering these people's resources, what should he demand to ensure they understood this was a consequence... without pushing them too far?
After all, this was a public company. Even though the Gu family held most of the shares, Maximilian knew their control couldn't exceed a certain threshold. He also wasn't sure how many shares they actually owned.
"I have a choice for you… You can choose one, Mr. Gu. Either give me 5% of your corporation's shares or… give me your son Gu Tian's right arm," Maximilian said, holding up two fingers toward Gu Weizhong.
[Max… are you trying to play the role of that Murim arm-collecting demon lord?] Atherna asked suspiciously.
{Huh? No, not that guy. I don't plan to collect people's arms left and right like him. It's just a ploy; since the guy's his father, I figured he'd choose to preserve his son's arm. Isn't this kid supposed to be his heir?}
