"Enough."
Before Xu Ke could speak, Wong Teng, who had just pulled out 50,000 yuan, cut him off. "What do you need so much for?"
The next moment, Wong Teng slammed the cash onto the ground.
"There you go," Li Jun said, his eyes filled with mockery.
Want my money? Then go ahead and pick it up!
"You motherfucker..." Xu Ke gritted his teeth.
"You're swearing at me?" Li Jun met Xu Ke's fierce gaze, his face a mask of feigned panic. "We'd better get out of here."
Wong Teng added, "To think he'd still act like this after getting the money. He's truly hopeless."
"Exactly!" Siao Jia sneered. "How shameless."
The bystanders frowned.
"They gave him 50,000 for a minor injury, and he's still whining. What a sissy."
"I can't even look."
"Let's go."
The passersby didn't want to watch any longer; they found Xu Ke utterly shameless.
Hearing their words, the anger and humiliation in Xu Ke's eyes reached their peak, but he was powerless.
