"What, I still have to pay?" Pighead Man was dumbfounded.
Matthew Saxon curved his lips into a smile again, his tone growing increasingly gentle, "You don't have to pay, I can just break another leg of yours, and we'll call it even."
"I'll pay, I'll pay, I'll pay..."
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Scarlett Yates looked at the pile of money that unexpectedly appeared in her hands, a network of black lines covering her forehead.
It felt like a flock of crows flew over her head.
The thick stack of money hadn't been counted carefully yet, but from a rough estimate, it definitely wasn't a small amount.
She held the money, gazed down for a while, then looked up at someone who remained unfazed, his expression indifferent, the corners of her mouth involuntarily twitching, she asked, "Are these actually to be taken?"
Matthew Saxon, at ease, said, "Keep it well, we can use it for lunch later."
Her forehead seemed to accumulate several more black lines, "Um... is this really alright?"
