"Wang Qidan, you owe me 52.15 million in total. Since we're tight, I'll round it down for you. Just pay me back 60 million."
Su Yue blinked. Three more security guards had appeared out of nowhere, almost as if they had teleported. Including the captain, there were four guards in total, and all of them were Wang Qidan's creditors. Su Yue wondered what on earth Wang Qidan had done to piss off so many people and rack up such massive debt. And regarding that last guard—how exactly did he calculate that? Wang Qidan owed him 52.15 million, and after "rounding it down," he had to pay back 60 million? That math seemed a bit flawed.
"Mr. Wang Qidan, how did you manage to rack up a two hundred million debt?" Su Yue had no idea how to describe his current mood, so he simply asked out of politeness. These experts had clearly popped out to make him help pay off the debt.
