The Bald Man counted all the money and threw it aside.
“I’ll give you three more chances.”He took another drag of his cigarette and knocked some Ash off the wall. Then, he coldly swept his gaze over the others.
“If you still can’t give me the amount I want the day after tomorrow, then be careful of your legs. I don’t mind letting you crawl over there to ask for money, as long as you’re willing.”
That sentence of crawling over made many people feel their scalps go numb. They couldn’t help but look at their legs. If these people said that they were going to beat someone up, they would really beat them up, they had never treated them as if they had been beaten up before. They could beat them up and scold them as they pleased. Today, they could beat their flesh, and tomorrow, they could break their legs.
They really had to crawl to beg for food.
