Ye Wudao spoke with a nonchalant air, as if the five million he mentioned was a mere five hundred leaves, not money at all. In fact, Ye Wudao was just giving people like Huang Feihong a taste of their own medicine. Being polite to Huang Feihong was akin to giving him the opportunity to harm others.
If he had agreed to Ye Wudao's terms and refrained from targeting them in the future, Ye Wudao wouldn't have minded letting him off the hook. People like him were a dime a dozen in society; without Huang Feihong, there would be a Huang Feihu. It was just his bad luck to have run into Ye Wudao.
Adding two sums of five million together made ten million. Subtracting the two million Ye Wudao had just given him, now, he ended up owing Qin Xiaonan eight million, precisely the amount he had demanded from her.
