"Damn it, kid, you've had our money for so long, shouldn't you at least pay some interest?" the burly man snorted coldly.
"How much... are you planning to ask for?" Ye Chen chuckled, a bit dazed.
"Not much, just give me everything in your hand!" The man was straightforward, a greedy look showing as he eyed the wad of cash in Ye Chen's hand.
"What if I don't give it?" Ye Chen pocketed all the money.
"You're asking for death!" The leader immediately charged with an iron rod, but Ye Chen smirked, sidestepping the attack, then grabbed the man's arm, using his own strength against him to throw him aside.
Boom...
A loud crash followed as the man's two-hundred-plus pound frame slammed fiercely into the nearby railing, which vibrated from the impact. The few underlings beside him were momentarily stunned, then angrily said, "Damn, this punk is looking for trouble, brothers, let's get him together and teach him a lesson!"
