"You worthless fool, you can't even handle this minor matter." A young man in fancy clothes said, his face a bit troubled as he looked at Liu Song.
He had arranged for Liu Song to confront Wang Linchi; win or lose, he would still have room to maneuver.
But he had never expected that Liu Song would be utterly humiliated by Wang Linchi and not even make it through the door.
"Mr. Zeng, this isn't your Zeng Family's estate." Liu Song sat quite comfortably to one side, his tone casual. He didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, he said, "We agreed, win or lose, you must pay the agreed amount, not a penny less."
"You..." When the stylish young Zeng Xin heard this, he almost fell ill from anger. How dare you ask for money after such a disgrace? We agreed on win or lose, but you didn't even begin the contest. How can you have the gall to ask for the money?
"I've done my part. Whether you like it or not, Mr. Zeng, you have to pay."
