"Slap!"
The thug boss's head looked like it was hit by a heavy hammer from the slap, and his face swelled to an auburn color.
"He already said that he would pay you ten times the price, but you didn't want it, and you told me repeatedly that you want to be professional. So, I was wondering just how professional you could be, since you're like tofu skin that softens after entering a hot pot. Are you really a professional?"
"Goddess! Please have mercy, we don't bear any hatred toward Master Leng, we're just accepting other people's money to help them eliminate their problems. You… If you don't like us, shall we call 110 by ourselves?"
The thug boss even thought of committing suicide by hitting his head against the wall. He would rather have a wave of policemen take them to the police station at this moment and sentence him to life imprisonment for attempted murder than face this she-devil!
