It turned out that the Land Rover’s driver and that youth in the flowered shirt were the two second generation riches Tang Xiu had encountered at Walled Hill Village. Tang Xiu faintly remembered that the flowered shirt youth was called Xue Renfei, a typical stupid rich youth who had always been using money to deal with people. While that brawn-over-brains was Zhang Yongjin, the courageously stupid brawn-bullying-bastard kind.
“Kid, how much do you want? State your number! As long as we find it not to be excessive, we’ll pay. But I warn you, don’t be too excessive, else, you won’t get even a dime from us. You might even get arrested because of this.” Xue Renfei took a long glance at Tang Xiu as he asked with a disdaining expression.
At first, Zhang Yongjin wanted to speak. But under the glaring eyes of the surrounding people, he didn’t dare to say anything and left everything to Xue Renfei to deal with Tang Xiu.
