Is Yang Qi some kind of moron? Threatening them at a time like this? Who does he think he is? Just a down-and-out small-time merchant. It's ridiculous.
"Kid, you'd better pray your people bring the money. Otherwise, you're going to lose both your hands today!" Liu Siwen said coldly.
Yang Qi ignored him, simply continuing to smoke his cigarette.
"This cigarette isn't long, so you don't have much time," Yang Qi said indifferently. "Think carefully. You still have a chance to live before I finish this cigarette. This is also the last chance you'll ever have."
"Still talking?" one of Liu Siwen's subordinates scoffed, annoyed.
No one had ever dared to threaten them like this. Esteem Pavilion had been in business for so many years, and it was always others who feared them. Moreover, this time they had the backing of Qin Tian, the Young Master of the Qin Family. They had even less reason to be afraid.
As he spoke, he moved to strike Yang Qi, but Liu Siwen stopped him.
